Chapter 8: The Conversation

JACK

The remainder of the weekend went about the same as Thursday night. The girls tried to kill me with sex. I want you to know that we tried every position known to man and a few I think they invented. We did everything that three people can do to each other while having sex. On more than one occasion I had to just say no more. I was glad for Monday morning to arrive. I got to go to work! We had a contract to cut some early winter grass hay and I was anxious to see how my guys performed. On Tuesday Ginger had classes and took the Jeep. She loves driving that straight transmission. The Jeep is a lot sportier than the big Impala sedan. Since they did not go to the grocery store Friday afternoon (mainly because they wanted to get home and fuck me to death) Becky drove the Impala with the new plates that I put on Sunday afternoon, into town. She stopped by both their mom’s houses and picked up some more clothes, then she went to the grocery store before coming home. By the time Ginger got home, Becky had another great supper ready. As we ate, she informed us that Sunday dinner would be a bar-b-q and both sets of the girls’ parents were coming. That turned out to be another turning point in our lives.