Rachael tipped her head to the side and chuckled at the image of Andrew dealing with some poor girl who couldn’t handle her liquor puking her guts out in the back seat of his car.  “Down and dirty on the dance floor, eh?” she said, glancing sideways at him and cocking her eyebrow.  “Maybe you’ll have to show me sometime,” she laughs.<br/><br/>She reaches underneath the lounger and pulls out a tube of tanning lotion and begins smearing the lotion over her arms and her legs.  Rachael glances at Andrew.  “You mind getting my back?” she asked him, tossing the lotion over to him and moving towards the edge of her lounger and exposing her back.  She lifted her hair off her shoulders and smirks at him over her shoulders.  “You don’t want me to burn do you?”<br/>