Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 223

She turned around. "You mean Evan's wet dream from Social Studies."

"Evan's Gloria saw who they were talking about. "That's Darlene."

"You know her?" Deana asked.

"Everybody knows her," Gloria sald. "You had gym with her?"

"Twice," Rebecca said with a smirk.

"How do you know her?" Deana asked.

"Seen her at the ballpark."

"The ballpark-Whose game was she there for?' Deana asked.

"Not sure. She could have been watching my games, but she never sat in the bleachers. She always stayed off at a distance, walking around. Seen her with Becky, too. They're friends."

"She's waving," Rebecca said. "Here she comes."

Deana nodded and watched. Darlene had a unique stride. If Deana didn't know the redhead always walk that way, even naked in the shower room, she would have thought Darlene was trying to get everybody in the mall to notice her. The girl's dense, curls bounced on her shoulders, and her chest danced in rhythm with the swish of her hips. Darlene's pants looked like a two-hundred dollar pair of pre-worn jeans, but they were Levis that had been relentlessly abused by her thick thighs. From the giri's knees to her groin, threadbare white slices expanded and contracted, revealing pale flesh. Deana knew the back was going to look like Candy's Lee Jeans, and she was already looking forward to seeing Darlene walk away. Why had she become so fascinated with her mother?

Gloria mumbled, "Double Trouble," and Deana realized her sister was reading the words on Darlene's shirt.

"Hey, Deedee," Darlene said as she reached them. "Rebecca, Gloria, hi."

Deana glanced at Gloria, surprised Darlene knew her name. "Hi. How are you?"

"Great" Darlene said. "You?"

"Good, Deana sald.

"Evan here?"

"No," Deana said. "Rebecca's mom dropped us off.

"Cool," Darlene said. "What are ya'll up to?"

"New bikinis," Gloria said.

"Yeah, bathing suits," Deana said.

"Unbelievable, me too, Darlene said. "That's crazy."

"It is," Rebecca said.

"Where you lookin'," Darlene asked.

"I want one of those micro thong things, Rebecca sald. "A one- piece, you know, it wraps around here then goes around here, and..."

The girls watched Rebecca's finger move around her neck, tits, and crotch, then Darlene said, "It'd take me a week to find one of those in here." She pointed at her rump.

Gloria huffed. "If I go home with a micro, mini, thong anything, I'll be coming back with Mom tomorrow to return it. Let's go to rue21 or the Gap."

"No, they don't have any string things," Rebecca said. "I looked online."

"The two of you can go to the sexy, little butt shop," Darlene said, "and I'll go with Gloria where they have BB and B stuff."

Rebecca cocked her head, "What?"

"Big butts and boobs," Darlene said.

Deana expected Gloria to reject the suggestion, but she said, "That would be good. I don't mind. I'll go with Darlene."

"That's great," Rebecca said.

"I guess," Deana said.

"Give me your number," Darlene said. "I'll text you so we can hook up after."

The last song on the album was nearing the end. Evan sat on the edge of his bed.

"It's a fucked up of world, but this ol' girl

Well, she ain't giving in"

It was fucked up, Evan thought, but he wasn't giving in either. His father was in China, so fuck doing the right thing. He had an ample supply of supplements and lived with two women he could potentially have sex with. They had both told him the last time was the last time, but hadn't he heard that before? Besides, later, the tumbler wanted him to stare at her ass in a bikini. He shivered at the thought of Deana and Rebecca bent over, demanding he judge their butts. Mm, that could turn into Jason's three favorite words. There wasn't anything for Evan to be disappointed or discouraged about.

He got up, grabbed a pair of boxers off the floor and pulled them on. After a shower, he'd talk to Candy or his mother, depending on who he found. That was a disturbing thought. When he encountered the sexy, strawberry-blonde, would he have to decide if it was Candy, his lover or Candy his mother? Maybe she would tell him what to do, thus proving he still had a mother. That was cause for concern. He and Deana were equals, so their interaction hadn't been altered significantly, but Candy had been telling him what to do most of his life, and he had to obey or face the consequences. Things would be weird between them now.

Steam wavered up from the cup of coffee Candy was staring into. She watched it twist, turn and intertwine as it rose toward her face. Inhaling hastened the ascent of the lazy white streamers. She felt the moisture on her nose and the warmth spreading up through her nostrils. The smell made her tongue wet with anticipation. She could see the reflection of her face floating on the black surface. Her touch made the image roll with the waves. It appeared her face was swimming in a tranquil brook.

Candy pursed her lips and released a puff of air. The peaceful, swaying columns of steam crashed into the sides of the mug, circled, and frantically fought to escape the scalding liquid. The ripples distorted her face. The only thing missing was ominous dark clouds overhead. Her thoughts weren't in a tranquil brook; they were riding a cyclone as Candy tried to figure out how to get what she wanted, and needed, but not what she'd have coming to her if John found out.

The sound of the shower turning on made Candy smile. She sipped her coffee and went to brush her teeth. After that, she would resolve the conflict she had created, once and for all.