"You know, I didn't really want this to get back to my home town and my parents' friends." She won't tell anybody," Maura said. "Or if she does, she b...etter watch out for letters addressed to the Air Force. No, it was too much fun not to. I got to make Kristin jealous and Ashley sick to her stomach." So what did you tell her?" Well, you know how I like to let her know what a tiger you are in bed, tiger," she said."I'll show you what a tiger is," she said, as I slid my hand under her top and. " I don't want to talk about it!" But I can assure..." I said I don't want to talk about it." Can't we..." Go to sleep and forget about it. I won't talk about it."To say the temperature in our little house was icy, would be an understatement. On Thursday we hardly spoke five words, and even though Friday was a little bit better, it wasn't until Sunday that we came close to daily life. But I had a feeling that I should not bring up the subject, so I didn't.On the next Wednesday Lisa took our. Not obese butclearly fat. Wearing just bikini bottoms, she proudly displayed titshardly bigger than mine were now. Only I didn't immediately recognizethem as breasts. They seemed especially unfortunate developments on afat boy; only making her look chubbier than she was. I nodded dumbly asMr. Bond said "So now you can truly appreciate the stunning butterflywe can help you become."The last photo showed more than a dozen men-grouped formally, butsmilingly casual. Sunburn and drink-reddened faces. Despite that, I immediately drove my spoon back into the bowland pulled out another of the little chunks. Not even bothering to blowon it anymore, I shoved that and several more bites into my mouth until Iwas sure without a doubt."This," I declared, gesturing to the stew, "has potatoes in it. Doesn'tit?" I'm surprised you know what those are," Monica remarked, raising asingle eyebrow."That's right!" Lissera volunteered, smiling brightly in contrast toMonica's faint frown. "They're our village's.