Chapter 20

The most bothersome part of the situation? Beach gear ... the Seven have been at HER beach ... a nude beach ... and they are spectacular! Manly stalwart men, stacked women ... and the kid. The age spread in from maybe 9 or 10 all the way to low 40’s ... and not a genetic anomaly in the bunch.

We speak of average ... not too big, not too small, centered not lopsided. When average spans the face ... suddenly there is beauty. And the boys love her ... the girls ... not so much.

“Her tits match.” The damnit is unspoken and unnecessary. Everyone knows hers don’t. And, “look at that upward tilt.” said the girl with gravitational defects.

“Her eyes are spaced properly.” (and mine aren’t)

“God! I hate her ears.” The speaker has funny lobes.

“Those tiny feet ... AAARRGH!”

“Those long legs just aren’t right.”

When the object of anger has hair THAT shade of red, the one clairol cannot match, AND ... deep green eyes ... one is talking about Two ... the Two of the Seven.

Two is perfect.

Two is also human ... born of woman ... and even her bellybutton is perfect.

And that is another reason why girls hate her.