One of the girls skipped lightly forward, faster than me, grabbing a slice and turning to face me. She held it up, almost over my head as if she was t...easing me, and said “You want this?” I stopped, looking at her uncertainly, and then nodded again “Yes, uh, yes please.” In response she pointed down at her feet. It took me a second to understand and then, face burning, I sank down to my knees on the kitchen floor, looking up at her. She smiled and tossed the slice lightly to the floor in front. "No it wasn't. Now shut up and let me explain." Kim snapped back."I had been reading everything there was to read on how to get pregnant. The doctor had given me a pamphlet that said that the sexually hotter a couple was in their sex, the better the chance of conception. I took that to heart." Kim went on."The next time Brian and I were together, I told him that he had to do everything he could to get me sexually aroused to my absolute limits. He just nodded and set to work. He tongue kissed. I’m not sorry about what happened, are you?’ Larry smiled at her. ‘No way!’ he said. ‘I’m glad,’ Joanne said. ‘Now, young man, I have some things I need to do today,’ she said. She sat up, reached for her robe, and slipped into it. ‘And I think, maybe, you ought to finish up your chores, too, so Fran doesn’t wonder what we’ve been doing.’ She got out of bed. ‘Of course, because of you…’ She grinned at the young man, ‘I have to take a bath. I’m all sticky.’ She started for the door, then. For some reason this made Trish feel guilty. It just made me want to grab a tire iron and beat some sense into him. The eventual solution was to have Trish and me in sleeping bags — unfortunately not the same sleeping bag — with Dave getting the second bed. After we got that settled Trish and I would usually talk quietly to each other about what we’d seen that day for a while each evening, then go to sleep. Holding hands.Other than those issues the trip went well, much better than it did on my.