<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;"><strong>Emily</strong></span><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;"><strong>In the Saloon</strong></span><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;"><strong>Online</strong></span><br/><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;">Christ, Chrissie had left the album Public!  Somebody seriously needed to have a word with her about online safety…</span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;">There she was, in a bikini - not a tiny one but just a lovely fit on her slender little body - looking totally delicious, with two other girls, also pretty good-looking, and four lads like bees round a honeypot.</span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;">There were photos of them all fooling about, burying one of the girls in the sand, running into the sea, Chrissie peeking through her hair, then the other two girls also peeking through either side… and then – Christ – putting sun oil on each other!!</span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;">God!  Emily was glad she’d put jeans on, because if she’d been in a robe it would’ve been open…</span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;">She saw she’d been made a member of their Circle anyway…that was quite a privilege really.  And wow invited to a Hangout.  The others had all sorts of pics up as well, some of them from the same day on the beach, by the look of it, and some from other times.  Chrissie was Miss Popular in all of them.</span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;">It was stupid but Emily was a bit jealous of the other kids.  And those invitations made her feel a bit anxious too.  How old were they?  It occurred to Emily that she could just look it up now: Chrissie was just eighteen.  She looked younger than that; perhaps because she was small, or just because she smiled so much and seemed so carefree…</span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;">The opposite of Susan, in many ways.  Not just in hair length.  Susan who seemed to be trying to have sex with another woman, right next door.  Emily liked to think she was quite tolerant, normally, but if she looked inside herself she had to admit she didn’t like that, one bit.  Though anyway, she couldn’t change it, unless she was going to start acting like some prim and bossy old woman.  And that wouldn’t stop Susan wanting to, which was the point.  </span><br/><br/><br/>Anyway; the text.  The Family were pleased!!  Thank goodness!  It had all been worth it.  Easy answer:  "Tomorrow, please.  REALLY looking forward to it!!  Em"