Are you on drugs or something? Explain yourself!”“I don’t know. I just think it could be fun to be sexual with you. I’m sorry if you’re mad.... Maybe it was a stupid idea.”“You shouldn’t send me those kind of pictures; you should talk to me like an adult.”“Are you going to tell Dad? Please don’t. He will freak out.”“I’m not going to share this with anyone, least of all your father.”“Thanks Mum. "Oh Jesus!"Craig gave me a squeeze. "You ok?"I could hardly tell him what the boy had done and how much it had arousedme. I blushed, trying to cover up the little tent in my dress with myjacket. If the other ladies in the club saw it, it might freak them out.In the club, some drunken Irish college boy flung a drink over me andCraig and stormed, "It's Adam and Eve, not Adam and Steve."Well I wasn't going to have that. I grabbed him by his jacket, pinned himup against the wall, and hissed, "Now. "Thanks," I said. I figured she was just trying to suck up, the way older people do to younger kids when they want them to like them. "Justin's a great cook," my mother informed her. "I can tell, eh. That's a good way to impress the ladies, and all," Brenda said, winking at me. "I bet girls are all over you." "Um, no," I muttered. My face flushed, and I dropped my eyes to my plate. "I'm sorry," she said. "I didn't mean to embarrass you." "It's fine," I said, hoping to drop the subject.. But there were only a few of my friends we trusted not to tell anyone about what we were doing. So we'd go out of town a couple of weekends a month because the small town we lived in was very conservative and everyone knew everyone else. Some of the weekend trips away were to meet up with couples we'd met through swinger magazines as this was the seventies and eighties and long before home computers.But we'd always take the opportunity to let Lynn expose herself while on the way there and back.