“Help me up and I’ll show you the rest of the place. Besides, I need to get out of these wet clothes and I’m not sure I can make it to my bed...room on my own. My ex wasn’t your size, but I still have an old robe that may fit if you want to get out of your wet things.” At those words I looked at her to see if there was something more to her offer and her hand dropped to my thigh. My body started to respond before my brain had time to think about what was happening. I could. “We understand about your curiosity,” comforted his mother. “But Sweetie, that kind of magazine has things you might have trouble comprehending. And sex and nudity isn’t dirty, but it is generally very private. We are going to answer all your questions about sex this evening, but it must be private in our family and not be told out of the house about what we do tonight. You can talk about sex with your friends, but you would be breaking our personal privacy to talk about what ever happens. "That's it! You've got it"I felt Harley's eagerness just behind and beside mine. I felt the question in him just as I was forming the thought to ask myself. "Okay Bud. We've got it, but can you tell us what it is we've got?" Yes, but feel it for a bit first," he slid back into his detached lecture mode. "Taste it. Wrap your senses around it so you will recognize it the next time you lock onto this substance." Okay," I said, with grandpa's thoughts echoing mine, and we did, trying to get a feel. Fingering the thin, coiled wire that was in the pocket of his jacket, the man suddenly considered the possibility that the woman might have another woman over for tea, the prospect of a two-for-one job exciting him greatly. He began to run.Coming up to her fenced-in back yard, the man stood on his tiptoes and looked inside. The back yard, like all the yards around him, was wet and muddy, the grass yellow and dead; although the false spring had melted all the snow, it had not been long enough.