Chapter 1

Harriet and Dennis's kitchen.

Marsha wanted her friend's advice however she was very reluctant to broach such a sensitive subject. She had two teenagers (well almost two), Roger was would be twelve in a couple of months and Natalie was fourteen. Harriet's three were twelve, fourteen and sixteen. Marsha desperately wanted to know how she had handled " the bird's and the bees" with them. Marsha's own mother had lectured her endlessly on the evils of sex. Then on the eve of her wedding told her to "spread her legs and take it like a woman". Marsha had no idea what to expect the first night of her marriage. Her husband had just as limited knowledge as she. What could have turned into a disaster became the beginning of a satisfying sexual relationship. It seams that while inexperienced, her husband had been taught to be considerate of his wife's pleasure since it was more enjoyable if both were satisfied.

"Harriet?", began Marsha, "Did your children have any health classes that dealt with reproduction?"

"You mean did, they have to listen to the "Don't even think about it until your married" lecture, that the school board finally approved after the holy rollers threatened to take them to court? "

Marsha, some what surprised by the sarcasm and tone of voice her friend had used, replied, "Well, yes, I suppose."

"Why do you ask?"

Caught unprepared Marsha mumbled and stumbled with her reply.

"Well I wa... I thought mmmmm err that might err help emmm err." However, she became so flustered that she stopped in mid mumble and turned three shades of purple.

Harriet saved her friend further embarrassment by stepping into the pause with, "I really feel for you. Dennis and I had a rather difficult time with the 'facts of life' thing ourselves. The truth be told, when we worked it out we found it to be quite liberating. We, especially me, had not really come to grips with the idea of sexual freedom yet. Dennis has progressed to the 'Its OK for the boys but not my precious daughter stage' but definitely not to the 'any thing goes point'."

Harriet poised hoping that Marsha would be able to get to what was on her mind. However Marsha was even more confused at this point. Here was her best friend discussing SEX and not being ashamed about it.

" Aren't you afraid that the children might hear you?"

"Marsha, you have to loosen up a little. Talking about SEX with your kids is what we are talking about!"

"OK, OK, HELP!! How do you do it?"

Harriet was somewhat taken back by the vehemence of her friend's reply. She took a few moments to form her answer.

" It hasn't been easy. Especially Dennis with his upbringing in a church orphanage. Hell, he hardly knew where to put it on our wedding night. When Mike started to have 'wet dreams' and 'The Lecture' came up at about the same time, we were kinda put on the spot."

"Wet Dreams? Is that when a boy leaks his stuff all over his Pj's?"

"Yea, Marsha, you really have to unwind a little. It's not his 'stuff' it's his cum, seed, jism."

Marsha was shocked hearing her friend use such words. The shock turned to relief when her friend continued.

" I see that I have given you a little jolt. Well, you need to come out of your shell. This is the '60s, remember? Ban the bra; sexual freedom for all ; it's our bodies... "

"You know, you are wound even tighter than Dennis was before we had to deal with what you are going through! Now loosen up and I will tell you what we did. There is one proviso though. YOU MAY NOT TELL A SOUL WHAT I AM GOING TO RELATE TO YOU, AGREED??!!

Marsha was too confused to disagree.