Heather's all right

"Heather, are you okay?" He asks looking her deep in her blue eyes.

"I'm fine," she says sounding embarrassed, "Could have done without landing on my ass in front of everyone. I've landed worse as a cheerleader. I'm fine, I promise."

"All right," Zack says, "then I'd better check on Gavin. He's got me worried."

Heather pouts and turns over "Are you sure, Zacky, my ass could use your tender loving care. Now that I know you're an ass man," she says while wiggling fetchingly.

Tearing his eyes away from Heather's shapely ass Zack asks "What's that about me being an ass man, Lisa?"

"Oh come on, that's easy. Years long crush on sweet little Vicky. Sweet little A cup Vicky." Pointing to herself "Bigger. So's Chloe, for that matter. You are so not a tits guy."

Zack frowns. He can't argue because it's true, but he doesn't like the implications, as if women were just pieces of meat.

Putting on some clothes, Zack leaves to check on Gavin.

After he leaves, Lisa tells Heather she's going to check on Chloe and get freshened up.