Dean was so engrossed in her reading that she didn’t notice Sam coming up beside her until a dark shadow fell on her.
            “Hey, babe…” she said looking up.

            Sam motioned for her to move her legs. Dean curled her legs under her as Sam sat down at the end of the lounge. “Do you think it’s wise to still call me ‘babe’?”

            “Oh… You don’t like to be called ‘babe’?” Dean asked. “What about sweet cheeks then? Or pumpkin?” she made a face at her last suggestion. “Wait, my last ex called me pumpkin, so that’s out…”

            “What would Nicole say…?”

            Dean raised her trademark-questioning eyebrow. “Nicole?” she asked. “Since when are the two of you on first name basis?”

            “Dean, I’m serious…”

            “Well, she’s not…” Dean said as she raised her book again.

            “That’s not true…” Sam said, grabbing hold of her book and lowering it, wanting to look into Dean’s eyes while they talked.

            “Sam, she made it clear to me that there’s nothing between us…” Dean sighed. “She doesn’t want to have anything to do with me… Why should I care about what she feels?”

            “You have to understand, Dean. She’s one of the most popular girls in school. Popularity is what she lives for…” Sam reasoned. “Dating a ***** is not exactly a popularity campaign booster is it?”

            “She should have thought about that before she jumped my bones…”

            “Dean…” Sam said exasperated, knowing that Dean’s stubbornness could be really irritating. As much the same level as Nicole’s bitchiness. No wonder they’re perfect for each other…

            “Hey, I’m not gonna say anything about it and ruin her popularity… You’re the only one who knows about us…” Dean said. “In the mean time, I get free conjugal visits… Fine with me…”

            “Conjugal?” Sam laughed.

            “Boink time – whatever…” Dean huffed.

            She was about to return to her reading and ignore Sam when Nicole came waltzing pass. She had changed into a two-piece bikini, showing off her compact body and around her waist, she had wrapped a beautiful batik print blue sarong, which stretched taut over the firm contours of her hips and derriere, providing a very delightful view.