0 comments/ 11782 views/ 1 favorites Punky's Diary, 4/13/07 By: Selbryth Punky's Diary, 4/13/07 Fuck. I crawled over to her on my knees. I started to put a hand on her shoulder but thought I'd probably get bopped or something and didn't. I was back feeling like a dork again, unable to do anything but hurt people. I slumped back on my heels and watched my best friend crying her guts out. Damn it! Damn it! "...well if I was back in my place right now," I whispered, "...and you were here in France, I'd sure be missing you. That's a fact...." Then I got off the bed and padded out to the living room as silently as I could, closing the bedroom door behind me. Everything was dark except for the dull glow of the city from the glass doors. I was glad they were treated with some one-way coating because at least I knew the world couldn't see the little dork-shit who was me. I slumped in an armchair facing the doors and put my feet up on the table and just stared out. I felt like such a total fuck. Just no doubt anymore. A complete dipshit slash fuck. Now I was hugging my knees to my chest just like Charlie had been doing. I wanted to squeeze my life away for hurting her. Fuck! Then I hear the bedroom doorknob turn but no squeak because the place is so fucking well maintained. I don't want to look at her because I know she's standing right there. Then I hear "Baby...? Sweetie...?" and I have to turn. Charlie's standing there looking like some alabaster (or whatever: ivory, maybe) statue of Woman Finished Crying or something. She so beautiful it makes me forget about everything else for a second—even me being a piece of shit. It almost hurts she's so fucking gorgeous. "...I'm here, and I'm really sorry, okay?" I whisper, and then she's coming to me and then she's kneeling at the front of the chair, reaching up and putting her arms around me. I slide down to the carpet with her and I'm hugging her and tears are wetting my shoulder and then I'm crying and everything's all fucked up and I don't care anymore because she's with me and we're hugging and crying together. "...that's the first time I ever missed anything or anyone," she gasps in my ear. "The moment you walked out the door I missed you. I thought of every moment we've been together and missed every moment. God I'm so sorry for getting angry and prying and all that." "You said you were just curious," I told her. My voice was stuck in my throat. I cleared it. "I'm sorry for getting bitchy about it. I thought you were—" "—I know you did," Charlie said. "I didn't think you'd take it that way. Usually I just tell people or ask people to do something; not what they're feeling, you know?" I nodded against her shoulder and hugged her even tighter. Then she sat back and we looked at each other. "I guess...we're both pretty fucked up in our own ways, huh?" I nodded. Fuck was that true or what! "Maybe everybody is, not only us," I said. Then, since things seemed okay and just her very presence had gotten me a little aroused again, I stood, held my hand out to her and took her out to the glass doors with me. I pulled her around in front of me and hugged myself to her back and for a moment we just both stared out at the city lights. But you know me: just feeling my crotch against her buns gave me a warm shiver, but I knew it wasn't the time to do anything about it. At least I had class enough to know that much. But then Charlie reaches up and to the left to the door control button panel and presses something, and then I see this clear shade looking thing coming down over the balcony outside; like just coming down on these guides I hadn't noticed before. We'd been out there having breakfast and stuff, but the only thing I'd been able to see was Charlie's legs peeking through the opening in her robe. Well, that's where my eyes were anyhow. Then the whirring of the shade motor stopped and there was a little click as (I guess) the shade was locked against the bottom of the railing. It covered the whole veranda from top to bottom, left to right, and then, giving me a little shocker, Charlie opened the glass doors and stepped through. I was like all glancing around and shit because I'd learned little security things in the past days. Just stuff you hear. Like about the one-way glass of the doors. But I noticed there was a similar look to the clear plastic shade. It was clear, but just a tinge darker, like it was one-way too. Which in our present state—without even robes on—would've been a total fuck-up if it wasn't. I could imagine huge, long camera lenses focusing from miles away at Charlie's cock. They wouldn't find me very interesting, but her on the other hand! Then Charlie guides me to one of the loungey sun-chairs and I sit, and then she straddles it and I spread my legs and scoot back a little to make room as she sits gently back against me—exactly the way we'd been sitting in bed. I love it! It's like that whole fucked up shit hadn't happened. I'm still having class by not groping her up or anything, and I just hug her to me. But then Charlie's the one who reaches down and grabs both my ankles and hauls my legs up and brings both my feet together at her crotch. I instantly feel her gorgeous boner between the balls of my feet again, and, just like before, I relax and start to work her prong up and down gently. This is all while we're staring out at the City now! Nobody can see us and we're out here totally exposed, doing our favorite things in plain—but filtered—view. I figure maybe somebody with that night-vision shit can photograph us and create a scandal, but they'd better have really good focus to make out whether Charlie's thing is real or fake. But then Charlie starts to gently caress the insides of my thighs and it sends a shiver up through me that buries itself deep in my pussy. Things tense up and squeeze almost into a cramp and then open. I gasp and cum right then and there, and Charlie turns her head and whispers back at me. "...I really did miss you, Punky," she says. "At least now I know how it is..." She brushes her fingers down my calves, over my ankles and then right down the sides of both my feet to the exact place where her organ is sticking out from between the arches of my feet. I feel her touching herself and my feet at the same time and I cum again. Then again. It's fucking agonizing. And when Charlie scoots back and rolls her ass against my pussy, I roll and push back and the orgasms start blending together. I sometimes forget what I'm doing with my feet, but Charlie's hands are right there, guiding them up and down against the sides of her cock. When I come back to my senses I start doing it myself and she goes back stroking my legs and making me shiver all over. It goes on like this for almost an hour, and right as the moon comes out from behind some clouds and shines right down on us, Charlie gasps. I feel strings of warm cum dripping on my feet and I rub faster to give her everything she needs. She moans softly and gasps again and more cum oozes out. Her cock is totally slick with her own goo now and my feet are working overtime, slipping now on that wonderful, natural lube. She gasps and sighs again, and then things start to settle down. I look over her shoulder at the City spread out before us and love the fact that the both of us are pretty much fucking spread out for it. It's just the people with cameras and microphones that mess things up; neither the City or the two of us seem to have any problems showing off. Then I get an idea, but Charlie sits forward, turns, and lays flat on her front between my legs, and the moment she starts munching me, I nearly pass out from the pleasure and forget what I was thinking. She makes me cum five times in a row, and on the sixth, I actually do pass out. I'm just grateful the chairs out there more or less waterproof. I mean, the way I was squirting was ridiculous; poor Charlie's face and chest were totally drenched last time I peeked! Punky's Diary, 4/13/07 Then the orgasms just flood upward and up and up and I have to grab a pillow and jam it over my face so my screams and moans don't carry too far, and then it starts to happen. I can't help it. Just something about all that sun and fresh air and walking around nude with this incredible woman and being in a far off place and all, and my orgasms are totally off the chain. Pee even starts to squirt out of me, but, just like always, Charlie just clamps her lips wide open around where I'm pissing and takes it all in. I hear her swallowing, making yummy-hums from how much she loves it, then feel her tongue toying with my clit again at the same time. More orgasms, more pee, more pussy-squirts. I'm totally emptying myself and Charlie's taking it all in like she always does. Then there's a knock on the door and I'm going "Fucking-shit-fricks!' but to my surprise Charlie just says, "Come in!" and I look and Estelle's right there with her camera aimed and she's snapping pictures like crazy, and Charlie's tongue also starts going crazy, and then, you guessed it, I go crazy. I've never been filmed before while having sex and it's weird, let me tell you. Well, there was that video in the club, but that wasn't taped or anything. At least I hope it wasn't! But Charlie's tongue kept my mind off those kinds of things. In like half a minute I'd forgotten all about the camera and Estelle and the Bahamas and the cabana and the cute bikinis and all that shit and it was just me—this huge, gaping hole—with a warm thing slithering in and out of me. And as I'm cumming I'm feeling the bed move because Charlie's turning this way and that and she continues to bring me off. She never does that, but when I raise my head to look, I see it's because she's giving Estelle the best possible angles—on her erection! Even though I know it's part of the plan, the whole thing suddenly seems so fucking sexy it only makes my orgasms that much stronger and then I'm gasping and twisting and making all these gross grunting noises and yanking at my nipples with both hands and going totally ape-shit. I mean, totally no class. Then Charlie suddenly stops. I look up again, needing so much more my eyes feel like they're gonna suck back into my head, but Charlie has this calm look in her face. I'm thinking 'well, if we were going to fake it, you should'a told me or something damnit!' "Punky?" she says to me. I look around and see Estelle changing film then look back at Charlie. "Why don't you go put one of your special toys on. Then come back, okay?" I nod. I want anything and everything she wants. That's all. I just want it to continue and it doesn't matter how. I roll off the bed, rummage around in the suitcases and take my strap-on dildo out. It still has the double-prong attachment on it so I snap that out and snap the regular one in its place, then get on the bed again. "Okay, you two do...sixty-nine again, I guess," Estelle says and my insides are going Yaaaay! Then Charlie and I get into position with me on top, and we start sucking whatever the other has while Estelle is focusing and aiming and crouching and squatting to get the best angles. I guess if you're a camera-person your knees really get a workout. So anyhow, we're doing it and the camera's snapping, and I'm more or less 'safe' now because Charlie's only sucking my dildo and not getting near my actual stuff. I'm sucking her directly so I'm figuring I'll get even for that 'not-telling-me' shit earlier, and I'm going really good on her prick and she's writhing and Estelle's clicking, and then just as I think I'm on the home-stretch and will be having a nice creamy late afternoon 'cock-tail,' Charlie pulls back from me and I look and she signals, and then we switch so she's on top. Same thing though. I have her dick sliding between my lips and she's going down fast and frantic on my dildo and the camera's going off and I'm looking forward to my peaches 'n cream. But things stop again too soon! Me? I just wanna fuck, but Charlie's like this conductor in a symphony or something, and now she's laying back and inviting me to suck her dong. Just me on my front between her legs, head going up and down. —Except now Estelle is bringing out these...stands with strings attached, and Charlie tells me to hold on a second—which is hard because she's so totally hard—but I do. I have the head of her thing right between my lips, halfway out so the ridge of it is showing just outside my top lip. Estelle now adjusts the stand on the other side of the bed and runs the strings across the bed and then steps back and snaps a few pictures. And then Charlie and me switch places again and Estelle adjusts the strings so they're in the same place near my dildo that they had been with Charlie's prong. More snaps, clicks, pops. I'm so wet I can feel it drooling out of me down my crack, but I wait motionless and then—finally—Estelle says she's done. Yay! Charlie gets up and I get up and then we're helping Estelle stow all her gear and close the cases and stuff, and Charlie asks her if she'd like to go to dinner, but Estelle says she has to 'get right on it.' I'm looking at Charlie who doesn't seem to know, or care, that her standing there barefoot and totally nude is driving me crazy already. She's standing sidewise to me right then and I can see the cute, girlish curve of her butt on one side and the cute, (actually) girlish shape of her half-hard dong pointing out the other side. Then of course the legs, which are all girl, and the waist and up to the chest and her pouting tits and her creamy shoulders and beautiful arms and hands. You get the picture. And Estelle did too. But then Estelle grabs her stuff and goes out the door and Charlie locks it behind her, turns to me and gives me that happy/evil grin of hers. "Take that thing off, woman," she hisses playfully at me. "Where you're going you're not gonna need it." So I do, and I don't, and half an hour later I'm just opening my eyes and looking at the ceiling. I'm so melted I figure I'll never move again, but then Charlie's smiling face leans into view above me. "You're just like honey to me," she whispers, and I can see 'honey' still smeared and slathered all over her nose and lips and cheeks. She ate me furiously for that half hour and it really showed. I reach up and haul her down to me and kiss her to pieces and as we're thrashing around (as always happens), I feel her cock bounce off my thigh and realize how stiff it is. I can't think of anything else to do at that point, and since I'm so wasted I can't really move that well so I simply scoot under her, spread my legs, reach down and guide her stiffness into my total liquidness. She pushes in and stars explode in my mind, and then Charlie is fucking me deeply, passionately; with each stroke bringing me off just like her tongue had been doing for the past 30 minutes. She cums in my pussy about two minutes later, but the orgasm just keeps going on and on and on! Like she's unloading a week's worth of horniness into me, and my body is just drinking it in and sucking out more. My cunt is quivering like that, like it was a throat swallowing, and Charlie rams one final time and it's like my cunt muscles are jerking her off inside. She gasps and moans against my shoulder and I cling to her tight, wrapping arms and legs around her and squeezing her like crazy. We stay like that for another ten minutes almost, and then she finally starts to get up. But I don't want her to go! I hold her to me like I'm clinging on for dear life, and she finally lifts her head and looks down at me. "...but...I gotta go sweetie," she whispers. "Well," I tell her, "...I don't mind if you go just how you are...." Charlie's eyes light up. There's a smirky smile on her face like she's not really believing what I'm saying, but I nod at her and close my eyes so we don't have to do anymore of this weird 'eye contact' shit, and about five seconds later there's this hot, overflowing feeling deep inside me. I feel it spurting out my cunt all around the semi-hard thing that's still plugging it, and as my impromptu douche goes on, the feeling of it, the sense and idea and truth of what's really going on suddenly gets to me and I have an orgasm that I didn't even know was cumming. "...god...Punky...oh my god...." I hear Charlie say and then another orgasm goes through me and I halfway pass out. Punky's Diary, 4/13/07 Beautiful. All these domestics were out in the front hall to greet Charlie, and they saw me and greeted me just as politely. Then we were inside (we'd hurried in because the rain hadn't let up for shit), and getting warm and watching all these angry looking storm clouds rolling by close overhead. We just lounged around in shorts and tee-shirts, and I started to wonder how many of the people who worked for Charlie and her family actually knew that she wasn't a bio-female. Either they all knew or none of them did. You couldn't tell just by looking at her obviously, even in that skimpy little swimsuit she'd had on. But I just wondered. Then we had a brunch and Estelle came back and we all went into this huge media room off to the side of the main hall and the shades were drawn, the lights went out and Estelle aimed the computer projector at the screen that came down, and my mouth fell open. Wide. There we were, Charlie and me, strolling down the beach at that hotel. There were a couple of shots showing us clothed, and then more of them when we'd stripped. Thing was though, Charlie's thing looked exactly how it looks. It had been part of the plan, but... Then Estelle zoomed in—waaay the fuck in—and that's when the subtleties showed up. Then there was another shot which showed me with a cock, and...it was a little weird. Like waking up and finding out you have a transgender twin brother or something! Cute though. Then there were other shots where Charlie's thing was completely missing and a pretty bush was there instead. I asked if it was Photoshop or something, but Estelle said the name of some other software that was really better, which I can't remember off hand, but the proof was right there. Then there were 'the other' shots, and those were really quite a turn-on, even though I'd been present at the time. It was amazing though! Estelle (and the team she'd assembled) had got it so Charlie's cock looked like a dildo, and my dildo looked like a real cock and well, you get the picture. So to speak. In other words, it was perfect and I was smiling by the time the presentation was over and Charlie and Estelle had decided on which shots were best. Then Estelle went hurrying off and Charlie and I strolled out onto the huge, wide back porch to sit in easy chairs and sip coffee while we watched the continuing thunder and rain storm. "...You look so sexy as a boy," she told me at one point. None of the domestics were around and it was just us and the rain. "You do too," I told her. "Well, I am though, no?" "Oh knock it the fuck-off, Charlie," I laughed. "You're about as 'boy' as Donald Trump is Larry from the Three Stooges, hair-wise." I think Charlie's coffee came out her nose a little bit; serves her right too. Then while she was cursing at me and shit, and wiping up the mess and coughing, I spaced out on the pictures for a bit. Maybe it was the rain or the sound of it or whatever, but I just started telling Charlie that I wished genitals were like my strap-on dildo; where you could just unclip them and clip in a different one if you wanted. I was saying I wouldn't mind having hers for awhile—maybe a day or two—and then giving it back. When I looked over at her she was just staring. "You have so much money," I said. "How come you never...you know...had the change or something?" Charlie sorta smirked or whatever you call it. "I...I actually never really wanted to, you know?" she said. "I used to, but now...I kind of like the way I am. I like being 'halfway in-between.' I mean, I could, but I'm not sure I'd actually like it better now. Besides, I love how your pussy feels all tight and slick around me—you know, like a velvety smooth fist just going back and forth and back and forth and—" "Oh god stop it!" I gasped at her. Now it was me who had coffee almost spurt out my nostrils! Fuck. And something else almost spurt out the other end too, dammit! "I mean, I feel feminine," she said. "And I'm told I look it—" "—Ohhh fuck yah, woman." "So..." Charlie went on after clearing her throat, "Why bother? Plus I can—and do actually—donate the money I save to some favorite charities of mine, along with all the rest. It's not like I'd spend that much every year, but I use that amount as a starting point." I looked at her and she was so sweet, so sincere; I couldn't do anything but smile back. "But now that you mention it," she suddenly went on, "I have been thinking of just adding some 'traits' if you know what I mean. Like, why 'exchange,' you know? If I were going to have anything done, it would be to leave what I got, but add a pussy. That would be kinda interesting, huh?" I'd still been smiling at her but now my mouth fell open. "Yah I can see you're impressed," she laughed, and then she went back to watching the rain. I did too, but now I could see mental images of Charlie on her back in bed, legs spread and with an actual pussy peeking out just behind her balls. Now I was wetter than the rain. Punky's Diary, 4/13/07 "No, because you were and you got through it, and you don't even mind talking about it," Charlie said all at once. "Which proves you're over it. I...knew you didn't still have any leftover affects from that. I mean, my people wouldn't have even allowed me in that club if they hadn't run checks first." "You're fucking kidding me!" I said, probably too loud. "I know, I know, invasion of privacy," Charlie said, but my privacy had been 'invaded' so often I didn't actually care about that. "No, no," I told her. "I'm just thinking this really is like James Bond double-oh-seven shit, isn't it? Fucking cool!" So Charlie's staring at me like I'm some freak or whatever, but whatever, you know? Then she blinks and grins. "You are such a doll, I just want to bite you to bits." she says, and so of course, me being me, I get instantly horny. I mean it's not totally my fault because Charlie's voice had been so earnest and sexy when she said that shit. I defy anyone to not get a tingle to hear that kinda stuff coming out of such a sexy pair of lips, you know? Anyhow...so then Charlie stands (she's nearest the fire), and simply lets the towels and her robe and everything just slide off her and down around her feet. She's standing there totally bare in this lady's living room, and then she reaches her hand out to me and I'm going 'WTF! What if Marta gets up or something?' and Charlie has this smile like 'There's nothing we could do that Marta hasn't already seen,' so I stand, go to Charlie, take her hand and get swept up in a kiss that has me breathless in like a second and a half, and then my towels and everything else are being pushed down and a moment later I'm standing there naked, pressed up against a naked Charlie, and well, you know how shit goes after that happens. So we wind up writhing and turning and twisting and undulating and gasping and moaning on a 'rug' we made out of the towels and robes, right in front of the blazing fire, while the storm stalls above us and keeps the house shaking with thunder. It's like the storm between Charlie and me is equal to the storm outside so the outside storm is stopping to watch us. And with all the firelight and stuff Charlie looks so soft and femme and inviting that it's stupid. I mean okay like I've mentioned several times, I've mostly been with chicks in my life (including my wilder days with all those guys, but it was still like 70/30 chick/dude back then) and so pretty much I know chicks, right? But here's this chick who is awesomely beyond any chick I've ever been with. And it's not like she's even playing or shit like that. I mean guys just can't act that well, you know? And they sure as fuck don't look that chick most times unless they've gone through the whole treatment thing and the operation. And so here's this bio-dude who is more chick than bio-chicks I've been to bed with and the more we go on with stuff, the more I want to. God Charlie's amazing, but in front of the fire like that? Fuck. So we're smooching and licking and touching, and my nipples are sticking out and her nipples are sticking out and we're both all out of breath and tense and turned-on and whatnot, and then snap on go the kitchen lights down the hall and Marta pokes her head out and sees us all tangled and twisted together. I should know because I happened to be underneath Charlie at that point, her nipple between my lips, gazing off in that direction. "Oh you two—so cute together!" Marta says, and then she yawns, fills a glass with something that sounded like milk when it was splashing in, clicks off the light and shuffles back down to her bedroom. I'm frozen in place, but then Charlie's sucking my shin again and I blank out and go back to sucking her nipple. It only happened once, but after that I wasn't really worried about being discovered or seen. Charlie and me fucked each other's brains out till nearly dawn. She even got this dildo she'd left there years (or months, I wasn't asking) before, and I used it on her and made her cum that way. She was on hands and knees with her cock trapped between her thighs, and she spurted all over the backs of her thighs and calves. Like, normal, right? So then we went to sleep and didn't get up until it was almost noon. Marta had let us sleep and had even pulled the curtains closed for us. When Charlie called out for her there was no answer, but when we got up to explore, we found that there was breakfast made and waiting in the oven for us, another pot of cocoa that needed only to be reheated, and a little note from Marta. "Gone to town for shopping," it read in beautiful script. "If either of my favorite babies need anything, you know my cell-phone number Missy! Love, Marta." "I guess you pass the Marta Test," Charlie said after I'd read the thing and handed it over to Charlie. "Well, c'mon then, let's eat before seeing you draped in blankets gets me going and I wind up having my own 'favorite baby' for breakfast!" So we ate and it was probably one of the six best meals I've ever had in my life. We finished the cocoa and then Charlie made a pot of coffee and when we were done we peeked out the front door to see how beautiful and bright blue the day was. I wanted to go right out but all we had were the robes; our actual clothes were about half a mile away in the main house. "We could make a mad dash for it," I say, and Charlie pushes me on the shoulder. "I just ate, Punky," she says. "I don't feel like 'dashing' anywhere. In fact...." Then she hugs me from behind and I don't feel her robe, and then her hands undo my sash, and she slips my robe off, and now it's her bare front against my bare back, and not only that, but she pushes her cock—which is totally hard—between my thighs as I'm standing there still gazing out the front door, and I look down and see the head of her thing peeking out from between them. It looks sorta cute actually; that spongy, bulging head showing. So then my body sorta goes off on its own and I lean forward, shutting the door and my ass tilts back and my back arches, and then that 'harmless' looking little one-eyed monster pulls back and slips completely effortlessly into my snatch. I'm like melted butter down there! It goes in partway then pulls back and I lean more and my pelvis rolls, and on the second push it enters me all the way. So of course I gasp, right? And then I moan and gasp and moan and on and on while Charlie takes me by the hips and really gives it to me. And I mean she's fucking me mercilessly and hard, with her thighs slapping my butt cheeks and everything, and I spread my feet a little further apart and she's making me cum over and over again—all in the space of like a frickin minute and a half!—and I'm cumming and remembering some of the other cocks that had been in that same part of me, and once again I realize that this can only be a chick with a dildo on behind me because a guy never ever fucks like this. Afterwards we both got the sponge and paper towels and stuff to clean up what had squirted out of me so freely—and I mean freely—and when everything's nice and normal again and we have our robes safely on, we hear a car and Charlie recognizes it and we both jump up to go help Marta. Just as Charlie gets the door open Marta comes in with groceries and stuff and Marta says there's more in the trunk so, Charlie goes to get it. She looks like some pretty Elf in her hooded gray robe, but just as I'm about to follow, Marta catches my arm gently. I turn and look at her. "Smells like you girls have been going at it in here," Marta says with a twinkle in her eye. "But from the look in my baby-dove's eyes, it's more den jess humping and grinding, you know? I just wanna say 'thank you' to you, li'l Miss, for making my Charlie alright. Nuthin' I ever done made her look so happy...." Then Charlie came stumbling in with bags of groceries and I grabbed a bunch and Marta took more. We all collapsed laughing at the table, but Marta, before anything else, reached in one of the bags and pulled out some brand new clothes. "I knowing you ladies gone out without your duds," she says, and she hands tee-shirts and shorts to us both. "Don't have Missy's special under-things here wid me, but...maybe you two could practice abstinence long enough to make it back to the main house?" When she laughed, so did we. She was so right though, Marta was. It was a little embarrassing being so obvious, but it was true that since we'd met, Charlie and me had been going at each other nonstop. Charlie thanked Marta with a kiss and stood right there trying her things on while I wanted to visit the bathroom to change. "Oh g-wan girl," Marta told me. "Ain't like you got nuthin I never seen before; seen and appreciated." She gave me this wink that made me feel all warm and glad inside. "It's why I'm still cherishin' the thought of when my wet nursin' this sleek bodied lady here turned into other things when she was of age—she's more woman than any ten I ever been with...." Okay, new information—maybe too much. But it wasn't exactly an ugly, gross mental picture, if you know what I'm saying. So I stripped right there in front of her and held the tee-shirt up like I was looking at the label, and let Marta get a long look at me if she wanted. I knew that even with 'ten' she'd spoken of, I'd be able to scare her off, but as I wriggled into my shirt and finally looked, Marta was all smiles. She glanced at Charlie. "Same with this Punky of yours too, Missy," she said to Charlie and Charlie laughed. "Yes, you certainly have passed the Marta Test," she said to me, and she looked so perfectly like The Tourist with her ultra short shorts and totally loud tee-shirt and cap that I wanted to ask her for a date right away. Then I was dressed and with the flip-flops and hats and sunglasses, Charlie and me looked like we'd just stepped off the same tour bus. "My little sweeties!" Marta declared, and then Charlie said we had to get back, Marta saw us to the door, and then two mostly-geeky looking chicks were walking across the still soggy grass back toward the main house; their rubber flip-flops flip-flapping away.