”“What do you mean?”“Well, I can’t imagine too many girls your age would have got me off quite so skilfully as you did earlier.”“Oh that..., I’ve been doing dad like that for ages.”I nearly spat my wine out at that.“Ahh, so does Judy know about that?”“Oh yes, that’s why I’m not there anymore. I’m not sure how I feel about it all. He never hurt me or anything, never even touched me, but I admit what he had me doing was a bit creepy.”“Are you OK talking about this?”“Well, like I say, he never hurt. It was the first time someone else had made her climax, and she wanted more of it. And it had only gotten better from there."I think part of the problem is that nobody tells a young girl how much fun it is," she said slowly. "People have been conditioned to not talk about it." My mother was sort of that way," Anna said. "I know it embarrassed her, at least a little. I wasn't the oldest girl in the family, and when I talked with my older sister, well, she had it worse. Mom was a little more. ’ ‘Well we congratulated ourselves and the other team before we left the ice.’ ‘And what else did you do?’ ‘I remember going up to Bubba Hotchkiss. He was goalie on the other team. He was standing to one side, alone, leaning on his stick. So I went over and rubbed his helmet and told him what a great game he’d played. Even though he hadn’t really. He let in a couple of soft ones. It cost them the win.’ ‘Humility 1, arrogance 0. Parents, a modest 7. Feeling humble in defeat is easy, especially. "Wait!" she said. "Open your mouth." As he did so, she picked up her discarded mule and jammed it toe first, between his lips. "Don't want you snacking on anything in the kitchen, do we?" she sneered, looking down at his flabby belly. "It looks like you get enough to eat, if you ask me."George shuffled off with the slipper wedged into his mouth. He soon returned with Deanna's tea. She was still sitting in the armchair but now she had turned on the television. He put the tea down on the table.