Harry glared at him. "Make it snappy. People are waiting for me."
"Did you make it with that guy?" John could hardly believe he asked.
"It's none of your business."
She was right. The truth was he really did not care now. As he turned to leave, she blurted, "Since you have the nerve to ask, no."
In the curious pause that followed, John wondered if she was being truthful.
"We engaged in a lot of foreplay," she admitted.
John stared slack-jawed. This girl was really something. He had never known people from New England before and had no idea what they were like. His Leemer relatives
had said they visited Boston for the Bicentennial. Cousin Lamar had idly watched the girls and noted in wonderment, "Some of 'em don't got on any underwear."
At least Harry wore hers, if kind of visibly.
