My mind shied away from thinking about the picture, but Cammy wouldn’t let it go. Cartoon sex She’d been standing with a good-looking man who looked vaguely familiar, and holding up some little trinket. “It’s no problem,” the man said. “Okay,” I agreed, trying to downplay my reluctance. Linnea sighed and sat down in her chair. I knew I was setting a bad example, but nobody alive could have been unmoved by the scene before us, and I was a slut. “There are people here,” Cammy said, twisting the end of a jet-black pigtail around one finger. “I’d think Miriam would be a better person to ask.”
“She’s lazy,” Cammy whispered, looking about for eavesdroppers. Lowering her voice a tad, Cammy confided, “Linnea thinks I should get my tongue pierced, like Miriam.”
“Wow,” I responded, a bit breathlessly. Of course I wanted to please Linnea, but I couldn’t imagine how I would possibly track down this Xavier, or steal a hair from him, or why Linnea thought I was uniquely qualified to do so.
