“Huh? Breast?” Dean interrupted them. “What about ‘em?”

            Sam shot her with a rubber band. “Chicken ***** you dickhead!”

            “Oh, okay…” Dean said rubbing the side of her rib where the band had hit her.

            “Oh, sight straight from the heaven above!”

            The girls turned to find Harrison standing at his window.

            “Angels frolicking in the pool of love…” he chorused.

            “Flattery won’t get you in here Harrison!” Sam shouted back at him. “Go away!”

            Harrison laughed. “You sure?” he asked. “I’m one heck of a pool boy!”

            “In your dreams!”

            “Promise?”

            Brooke could hear the laughter coming from the back of the house. Obviously Sam was not alone. She headed in direction of the pool. The sight that greeted her made her mouth water. At the far end of the pool, was Sam. Her long, slender legs glistened with suntan oil, and her long dark hair was pulled back into a loose ponytail. Her beautiful face with its high cheekbones was half hidden behind a pair of black sunglasses, and her perfect figure was displayed in a black two-piece swimsuit.

            “Oh, hi Brooke…You’re home…”

            Brooke smiled to Carmen who had spotted her standing at the patio door. Sam looked up and to her surprise, gave her a huge grin.

            “Hey, listen to this…” Dean said unaware of the new presence. Without looking up, she began reading from the newspaper. “In London, they conducted an IQ test live on TV and according to their result, BLONDES, it seems are not all that dumb after all. They averaged a score of 107 and surpassed those with black and red tresses by one point…”

            “Better believe it McLeod…”

            Dean’s head snapped up at the sound of the voice. Nicole was looking at her smugly.

            Nicole saw the muscle in her jaw tighten. But then, her expression turned into one of indifference and she raised her paper back, hiding her face from view.

            “Is this a private party or anyone can join?” Mary Cherry asked.

            “Sure, anyone can join…” Carmen said cheerfully, jumping at the opportunity to mingle with the ‘upper crust’