The walked in companionable silence for a few blocks before Marcielle took off down a dark alley with thoughts of that ‘Ripper’ gentleman still on... her mind. Suddenly she didn’t feel safe alone in the dark alleyway she was walking down. It was late, but they had yet to light the gas lamps around the main roads. Her ears perked up a bit at the sound of swishing material behind her, and suddenly a rock went skittering down the alley the sound echoing ominously. This scared her so. She won't mind. She won't reject me. She just wants to know me better, so she can use me better. She wants details and sometimes I have to think hard before I reply. I worry about the silences. She mustn't think they're signs of reluctance. But I look at Toni, and she's looking very pleased with things. She's quietly sketching while we talk.Frieda wants to know when I started masturbating, how often I do it, in which postures I most like to do it. I tell her all. She's trying to get me to speak. I should be repentant but I amnot. Furthermore I intend to keep you so happy that you will be contentto stay with me all the while that John is away." Another thing," she added. "Please call me Allan. I prefer it, andreally you know, the old Irene no longer exists." I guess I can learn to do that ------ Allan." There, that was easy! Try it again." Allan," I repeated.She reached over to kiss me again and once more her hand stroked mybreast and continued down over my body. Before long she had. She looked through the new fiction section. She selected the most lurid cover to take out. Mom was so easy to shock, and so determined to not express shock. For that matter, Marilyn might actually read it. It would be as close as she could get to sex until she returned to campus. But, if she couldn’t sleep with Andy while they were in Evanston, she could see him. And Mom had actually suggested it.“Mom, remember how you said I should cook dinner and invite Andy to eat it with the family?” Mom.