It seemed like just so much fun to be able to talk this way without getting a slap in the face or the threat of legal action if an apology wasn’t fo...rth coming. And the girls just loved being able to flutter their eye lashes at every man they spoke to without being thought of as just a slut and a little brazen hussy. Most of the young girls had even unbuttoned their blouses as much as they could at present to reveal as much of their lovely cleavage as they could before everyone was to get. Quite a lot, contemporary things, and I can understand when the writer is glossing over the downsides of things to justify a stance. Free sex wasn't. And it certainly wasn't free love. Mine wasn't free. And I certainly didn't see anybody my age, or any other age, for that matter, that I was going to let do me just so they'd hang around me.Music. Ah, music. I had good teachers. Dad paid well. And with good teachers and the desire to succeed and I guess, some natural talent, I was first violin of. . .” “Flesh and blood? Yes, I know. That still doesn’t mean I can’t please you.” “True, but honey, it would be. . .” “Oh Papaw, don’t say it would be wrong. It would not be wrong since I am saying yes. Don’t you want me?” I asked and gave him those puppy dog eyes that he so loved. “Ginger Lynn, don’t tempt me. Since your Mamaw left, I haven’t had. . .” “Any? I know, Papaw. I can tell. That’s why I want to give myself to you. I guarantee you won’t be sorry. Come on, don’t you want to see what. You know it's sweltering out there?"He needed to act, pretend nothing had changed, so he said, "I know, but I could use the exercise," then he step back. "Obviously, you don't. You look great."She brushed his cheek like she always had, but he didn't recognize it as his mother's touch. "You always know how to make me feel good."Gloria stood up on her chair. "Why don't you work out with me? You're helping Deana get a bodacious booty. What about me?" Gloria," Candy said."Here, let me see," he said.