I had a double bed in my room, so he and I slept there together. That night he started talking about his sister.“Randy, you know Cindy likes you, do...n’t you? Do you like her?”I didn’t know what to say. Up to that time, I don’t even remember touching her. And I only talked to her when she asked me something or well, maybe when the three of us were playing some game. I never thought about it.Well, I guess I did THINK about it, I mean about ‘liking’ her ... as a girl, that is.“Uh, sure, I. We were speechless. Following breakfast, she went on to tell us how miserable her sex life had been with Dad, how selfish he was, how inconsiderate of her needs, etc. on and on about how, between her overly conservative mother and her uncaring husband she had become convinced that sexual pleasure for a woman was a myth.Not really the discussion that I ever thought I would have with my mother, especially at breakfast sitting at a table with my brother and two men who were, until last night,. We simply stonewalled onthe quality tests and all their efforts to threaten us and him fellthrough." Yeah, it's surprising what a little publicity can do. And theearthquake worries were still a big thing after the Frisco quake and theNimitz highway thing," added Mary."So he owes you big time," replied Sandie."Well it's a two way street. He saved me from an attack once. What's allthis about anyway?"Sandie and Virginia laid the whole story bare and the four friends;Dorie Lou, Simone, Sandra and. I dried off and put my clothes back on. We all plucked the geese and saved the down for a pillow.I asked Naomi what all the whispering was about down at the pond. She told me that Yellow Grass had said that I was very handsome, and that Bright Morning had told her that my true beauty was in my heart. I smiled and hugged her, "I hope that I won't disappoint you all too much." She kissed my cheek and hugged me.Roasted goose was a nice change in our diet.A couple of weeks later, Bright Morning.