Chapter 23: The "Women" Take Over

Friday was yet another landmark day ... I had successfully converted (with a lot of help) a young "fiance" – or is it "fiancee"? ... hell, doesn't matter – into a willing, energetic, loving partner ... a girl who invited me into her home and assisted me in Fucking her Brains out. And, this excitement had come on the heels of seeing the disciplined, buttoned-down Carmen become a girl who now craved attention and sex. Damn, what a way to start 1964...

But alas ... it was now Saturday morning, and night was about to become day – with another totally disgusting, unnecessary, embarrassing haircut about to take place. Worse yet, with my stepfather en route to St. Louis, I'd be going solo this morning. So I decided to avoid the usual Saturday morning jolt on my bedroom door, collect myself and head straight for the shower. When I finished there, I got dressed and turned toward the aroma of breakfast. As always, my Mom was in typical Drill Sergeant mode, having already prepared a list of things for me to do... "You need to get back on schedule, I've let you run around the neighborhood long enough, now it's time for you to get going and be ready for school on Monday – I really can't understand why they let you kids off this long..." At-a-Girl, Mom ... always in my corner, thank you very much ... I had eggs and bacon put in front of me, as I went down the handwritten list. Haircut, Groceries (with items shown), Clean House, Start Laundry. After I scanned it, I asked the obvious question: "So what are you doing, today... ?" "I need to go into work, until 5:00pm – the overtime pay is too good to pass up ... so you're on your own with this, make sure you get as far as you can..." Oh Boy, what a great Saturday ahead!

She was gone in 15 minutes, so it came down to me, and the list ... When I hit the back door and locked it, I was on a timetable that would put me at the Barbershop at 8:30 ... maybe I'd get lucky and be in & out of the damn chair quickly. So I made the right turn out of my neighborhood, and pedaled up the hill ... strangely enough, there was but one car in front of the building. But when I got to the shop, there were no lights on inside – I didn't think I was THAT early ... and then my eyes were drawn to the little hand printed note on the door "CLOSED FOR HOLIDAYS UNTIL TUESDAY, 1/07" ... ho ho ho ha Ha HAAAA! I had been given a reprieve ... a stayyy of execution ... OH YEAH!!! YO!!! I wasn't sure how to do a "wheelie" on my bicycle, so I just did a mental one, and set out for Groceries ... this might be good weekend, after all!

I completed the short list of items in maybe 20 minutes, then secured everything in the basket, and set out for home base ... Right on cue, the Sun came out about 9:40, and suddenly we had a very nice day – in January, no less. I got to the back of the house in less than a half-hour, then happily started taking bags out of my basket, to hustle everything into the house. A "HEY YOU" rang out from down below, and sure enough, here were my two girls, Bev & Carly. They got to their feet, I gave them a "just a minute" signal, and I took the food inside, being careful to get everything into the fridge that needed to go there. When I went outside, both my young friends had draped their arms over the fence. So I went down there and "wormed" myself in between them... "so, what are you two starlets doing today... ? Carly looked at Bev, saying "tell him what we've been talking about..." So I turned to my neighbor... "well, Carly and I have going back and forth about that time out there (pointing to the woods) that you and I almost made love" I interrupted with, 'Uhhh, no we did NOT!" They both laughed, and Carly said, "we were wondering, that if given the chance, what would the two of you do now, knowing what you know?" I stood up from the rail and said, "well ... OK ... I imagine that it might be a little different..." Bev said "let's go out there and see what happens..." with Carly edging up to me saying "yeah, I want to see it, OK?"

So I looked at both of them, and said..."Are you serious... ?" Bev said, "We should at least go out there, to see if we can find the spot again..." I looked around, realizing I still had some time to burn ... so I figured to myself, "aw hell, why not?" Which is what I said out loud, about two seconds later. Bev excused herself, so I was left with Carly for a couple of minutes... "Can I tell you something," the black-haired beauty said. I nodded "of course", then she said two things... "Would you come to my Basketball game, we have one in about 10 days ... and ... would you Fuck me soon, I'm really wanting you inside me..." She made the two requests, showing no more shyness at the end, than she voiced at the beginning ... I touched her on her arm, and whispered, "Yes, I will..." In a flash, Bev was back with a couple of blankets, and the three of us were off ... I did look back, asking "are we alone this morning?" "Yep", said Bev, "they are at the stores, looking at more furniture to put in my old bedroom ... for my new brother or sister..." I didn't take that any further, knowing it was a sore subject for her. As we entered the forest, I could tell there had been a lot of growth over the past couple of years ... the woods were thicker and darker. So for a minute of two, we were exploring. I saw some familiar trees, and motioned us to the left ... it was only moments before we reached the felled tree that had served as my "seat & table" in the imaginary nightclub Bev had dreamed up on that fateful afternoon. I took one of the blankets, and made Carly & I a place to sit at the table (log!), then Bev presented herself in front of us, telling us the "new script" (Geez... ) Carly had heard the story before; I'm sure she could not wait to see it here. I saw that we were going to do "something", so I just sat back and watched things unfold.

Bev said, "OK, Carly will be your wife this time, and I will do a dance for all my fans (then I looked around, stupidly) ... hold this (giving me a leaf), and just play along. So Bev walked away a few yards to get her thoughts together. I pointed to her, looked at Carly, and just shook my head in amazement. Carly then whispered to me "If you promise to Fuck Me Every Day, I'll be your Wife..." That got a belly laugh from me, and my "wife" joined in ... Bev was now just behind a tree, maybe ten paces from us, then walked out "in character" as the exotic (?) dancer. "I would like to dance for you, to add to your evening pleasure ... after my dance, I will check in the crowd to see who has the special winning ticket – that person, or couple, will get a prize from me..." I squinted at Carly, but she just slipped her arm in mine and gazed back at our "headliner" ... It was a little weird, but I wanted to see what the HELL would happen ... I did a quick 360' with my eyes, and noticed that we were truly alone in this spot, with little or no chance of discovery ... just in case...

Bev went thru all the motions of a slow dance – which, I thought, was more challenging without any MUSIC, right? Then when she finished, we both clapped softly, and she bowed in appreciation. Now Bev started her presentation – which years ago had been the final step before she offered to strip for me, scaring me half to death,.and sending me running for safety (HAA!). She conveniently came to our "table" first, and grasped the "ticket", and was very happy to call US the winner ... So I went along with all this, and said "OK, what is our prize??" Bev looked at both of us, and proclaimed, "I will now suck you, in front of your wife..." I snickered at that, but when Bev dropped the folded blanket in front of my feet, and went down to her knees, I quickly reassessed everything. Her skilled hands went to my belt buckle, and as she lowered my zipper, Carly drew closer to me, now straddling the log we were sitting on, and putting her left arm over my shoulders. Bev pulled my Dick out, and with no further chatter, placed it into her mouth ... I thrust my hips forward, giving her more to suck on ... her friend Carly put out her right hand and started stroking Bev's brown hair softly. By this time, Bev was raising a second hand to grab my shaft and hold me in place. She took a second to turn, and kiss Carly's palm ... Then the beautiful girl started over on me ... first softly, then with more conviction.

Carly eased herself off the log, then went behind her friend, and as Bev intensified her hold on me, she put her hands underneath Bev's sweatshirt and went to work on her tits ... The sight of the two girls together – girls I had taught how to enjoy intimacy, no matter who the partner – overwhelmed me ... They were special to me, and all those thoughts came to mind while I watched them work beneath me. Bev then looked up, saying "Give it to me as soon as you can, I want to taste it – you owe me from last time..." Her statement was amusing, but I spent no time taking it that way. She was doing such a good job on me, I had no will to resist her in any way. Carly saw my intensity rising, and pulled her friend's hair back, hoping to see more. When I shot into Bev's mouth, the release felt incredible ... somewhere between shots two and three, Carly put her hand over Bev's, and offered to help pump my shaft. Bev mouthed an "un unh", wanting the moment all to herself, so Carly put her hand back underneath Bev's sweatshirt. When I had shot everything I had into Bev's warm mouth and down her throat, I exhaled a final AHHHH! Bev moved to the side, telling Carly... "NOW help me..." Carly moved quickly to my Dick, pulling my pants open much wider, and exposing my balls. Then the two friends did their best to explore every bit of what they'd brought to light, and licked me perfectly clean...

Bev pulled free, as she shoved the rest of my cum into her mouth, and reached for the folded blanket beneath Carly's knees. Carly stood up and wrapped my upper body in a warm, sexy hug, and tried to get her tits in my face. By the time she let up a little, Bev had spread the blanket out fully on the ground, and motioned us to join her there. The moment we stood up, Bev grabbed the second blanket and laid it on top of the first one. I thought she would reach for me, but instead she went for Carly's jeans, unbuttoning them and pulling them down to Carly's knees. With Carly looking on in amazement, Bev wedged her tongue into Carly's pussy. Not wanting to be a bystander, I knelt down behind Carly's backside, and attempted to get my tongue past her butt and into her pussy. That failed, but Bev turned her friend around – a real trick, with tight jeans still around Carly's knees – and told me "you take her..." I was happy to oblige, and maneuvered my tongue into her. After a few seconds, Bev was standing up behind Carly, rubbing her friend's back, then I heard Bev whisper to her... "are you wet... ?" Carly nodded a dreamy "yes", so Bev lowered herself down to my level ... and said... "Fuck her ... she needs you..." In about 10 seconds, all three of us were naked from the waist down ... Bev sat up, cradling the back of Carly's head on her pussy mound, and spreading her out for me. Carly's bush was so pretty – it was clear that she'd let it grow out and not trimmed it, so I wanted to get my tongue in there as soon as I could. When I crawled toward her on my knees, she lifted her knees into the air, and looked at me, with her mouth wide open...

It was a warm day, considering it was the first week in January, but keeping our top garments on saved us from any chill. I inched forward on my elbows, closing the gap between my mouth and her wetness. Carly watched me move toward her, letting her excitement build, as her mouth fell more open. With her legs spread, and her knees up, I got a straight shot with my tongue, into a completely open pussy, without even touching the sides of her lips. And even in the dim daylight, I could see a beautiful "black hole" deep inside her, which I aimed for carefully. When the tip of my tongue filled that little black hole, Carly jerked, throwing her head backward. Bev calmly stroked her hair and cheeks, whispering little things down to her. Carly's long exhale came right before she closed her legs over my shoulders. She locked me into her pussy, rendering my head immobile, except for my tongue. When I put my hands underneath her round butt and picked her up, Carly lost all control, and came directly in my mouth, while she threw her hands all over me, trying to get a grip. "Ohhhhh God ... I just want to be fucked now" ... So without further due, I granted her wish, and put my 100% hard Dick into her.

Looking down at Carly, it was so easy, convenient, and tasty to extend and give Bev a long kiss ... But then I slid back down a little, wanting to give Carly my full attention. I pounded her, but she kept saying "more" and "harder", every few strokes. I finally pulled her up in a good sitting position, giving her the opportunity to throw her arms around me and bury her tongue in my mouth. She released and looked for Bev, who crawled up behind her and put her hands inside my girl's sweatshirt. When Bev saw me look down at Carly's chest, she pushed Carly's sweatshirt up enough that I could see that my lover was wearing no bra. I went chest-to-chest with Carly, and – since my hands were around her back anyway, I released my grip on her ... and put my hands under the front of Bev's sweatshirt, finding she ALSO went braless on this morning. With both girls smiling at me, I said "so, at least 'some' of this was scripted, huh? " Bev looked very proud of herself, but Carly soon got back to a full Fuck with me ... With her butt on the upper part of my legs, it gave her a perfect angle to throw her hips hard into my midsection. I could feel her get off after maybe 30 seconds of that motion, and then she started up again without hesitation. She drew closer, so she could focus on her climax, but then said "I want to turn over..." So I did that for her ... and in a half-second, I was inside her again.

Now on all fours, Carly got new energy, and started pounding backward at me ... then the girl caught the vision in front of her ... the rare treat of seeing her sexy girl spread open before her, obviously waiting for attention ... Bev reached frantically for the jeans that were folded alongside us, then folded them another time, before putting them under herself to elevate her butt. Carly sank to her elbows, and began to lick her friend's pussy. It was a beautiful sight, seeing my Dick go in and out of Carly, and watching Carly eat Bev, as if it were the first time ... When I could take no more, I grabbed Carly by the waist, and pounded three more times in her, delivering cum to her on the first two thrusts. Bev came forward with a nice kiss for me, and also for Carly, who had just turned around and risen to her knees. The three of us laid down together, with my lovers flanking me ... finally in our relaxation, we started feeling a little chilly down below, so we pulled the edge of the blanket over us ... our clothes made for decent pillows for us to rest on. Bev finally said, "we know you are busy with Mary, and now Carmen too ... but we just want you to know, we are HERE"

We got dressed, then sat up on the log ( the former nightclub table! ), and kept switching positions, with the two outside pampering the one in the middle. Then I had to finally tell the girls that I was not done with my Saturday chores ... meaning we had to head back. I gave both of them a final kiss just before we left the forest, and in a few minutes, I was loading the washing machine (ugh!). The house took about 15 minutes to straighten up, the dishes took another 5, then all that was left to do was vac the floors, and move wet clothes into the dryer. When I got back in from the Laundry room, I heard what sounded like someone on our front porch. I went to the opposite end of the large front window, and peered thru a finger slit in the blinds, but saw nobody at our door. I then waited a second before opening the door and looking outside. Again there was no sign of anyone, but there was a folded note that the wind was carrying across the porch. I ran it down, pounced on it, then sat down to read it. There were two very simple lines... " HI, NEED A CUT, COME OVER ... Joann E."

I checked the clock on the kitchen wall, determined what I should do before leaving for Joann's house, then jumped in the shower. Maybe I was going over there to cut her lawn, or something completely different. When I reached the bottom of her street, I got off the bike and pulled the lawnmower behind me up the hill. When I got to her porch, I heard music inside, then someone approaching the door. I had a big smile on my face, but the greeter was not Joann. This was a very dark-eyed beauty, who was quite tall and impressive. I went blank for a second, then the girl put out her hand, saying "Anya" ... I replied with "David", and she nodded favorably. Then Joann showed at the front door, saw my mower behind me, and invited me in. I got a little hug from Joann, then she asked me to sit in the living room. "Well, I finally had to give up on you coming by to do the lawn, so we went by your house about 45 minutes ago and left a note – and now you're here", she began with a smile. I confirmed what she said, and remarked, "yeah, if I get started now, I'll finish just a few minutes before dark, and you guys will have a nice yard for Sunday..."

Joann said, "I want you to meet my friend Anya..." I said "yes", and pointed back to the door. Joann continued, "Anya is visiting from Greece ... we had met once before when the family vacationed there, but when we saw each other there again in December, we kind of hit it off with each other. She is from Athens, and has been a friend of my family there, since she was a little girl. Her mother is Greek, but her father is from Russia – they gave her the pretty Russian name "Anya", and she's now 19. When I knew I had to get out of there and escape here a few days ago, I felt like she was my only friend, so I invited her to come and visit the U.S. You can imagine how surprised I was, to get her call from Piedmont Triad airport a few days ago. So I went and picked her up, she's been great company, and we've been having fun shopping, eating out, and driving around together. Isn't she pretty?" I was nodding and agreeing, then I asked Joann's friend how did she like the U.S. so far ... she just gave a friendly nod, then turned to Joann. "Ohhhh, I forget to tell you that she speaks no English, at least so far..." Then Joann turned to Anya and got her up to speed in their language. She pointed my way a couple of times, giving some sort of explanation about me – though I seriously doubt that Joann was telling her young friend "exactly" how we knew each other... !

Then I put my hands on my knees, stood up and announced it was "time for me to get at it..." In a flash I was outside, cranking up the mower, and starting my straight lines across the front yard. I was replaying in my mind how Anya looked, as I got into the first few rows of serious grass-cutting. She had long dark hair, perfectly straight and maybe a third of the way down her back. She was about 5'7", taller than Joann. She had very dark eyes, not from makeup, but just reflective of someone from her part of the world. She was a very pretty package ... I thought it great that Joann had some good company, seeing that I'd done such a poor job so far of "spending as much time with her as I could", a plan we shared when we were with each other last time. The front yard was a snap, and I finished it in 35 minutes; then I set sail behind her house, and got started on the slightly larger back yard. I was simply going row-to-row when I felt a presence behind me ... and here was the tall and sleek Anya, holding out a drink for me. I cut the engine and took the cup, with her just looking on. After a few sips of lemonade, I thanked her – and got a little smile. She then walked away ... I made sure when I cranked up the mower, I could view her backside as she went into the house.

In a total time of 1hr, 15 mins, I had slayed the dragon. I knocked at Joann's front door to report in ... Anya once again greeted me there, then walked away from the open door ... The aroma of good food struck me right after. Joann showed at the entrance to the kitchen, saying "Of course, you'll have dinner with us, right? ... it's almost ready..." I smiled then checked my watch, figuring my Mom would be home in roughly 30 minutes. I said... "uhhh, gotta check with the Queen Mother and see if it's OK..." So we planned that I would bike to my house, put away the mower, leave my Mom a note, then return to their dinner table. The plan went off without a hitch. I stepped back in the shower, left my note, and returned to them in 25 minutes. Anya was conveniently waiting at the front door, and let me in. Both girls had aprons on, and were very cute. So then we sat down and had some Greek food, and it was SUPERB – whatever it was ... The conversation was a mix of English and Greek (I think), with a lot of laughs at the table. The girls were in a good mood, and so was I. After the great meal, I was sad to step away from all that EYE CANDY ... Anya put the dishes in the sink, then must have said something along the lines of "let me do it...", so Joann and I moved toward the front door. My shapely hostess asked if I could sit down a second. So once we were sitting, Joann began to talk about Anya. She repeated that they had met for a second time, and become good buddies over there – in the face of the stupid "class system" within the family. Then Joann related that the they had taken an "us against them" attitude, and gravitated toward each other. She said some of her best times while there were spent shopping and sight-seeing with Anya, sometimes with Little Nicky along, when she could wrest him from the other little ones in the huge house. "Can I tell you more about Anya... ?", Joann asked. I said, "sure, go on..." Joann told me that Anya was at loose ends at age19. She had a 32 year-old boyfriend, who was as mean to her as he was nice. She reminded me how cruel Greek men could be, and that their egos were thru the roof. "I went through it all, and had to get away from it ... now Anya has had it up to her neck, and that's why she showed up at the airport ... I need to tell you some more personal things too..." So I nodded, and sat back on the couch. Joann continued, "old style Greek women put up with so much, but I'm happy to say girls like Anya and I are looking for something better..." That last little part Joann confirmed, by putting her hand inside my leg and rubbing from my knee to my belt line ... I shrugged my shoulders, saying "OK, I get it so far..." Joann said "that's one of the reasons I'm so happy with you ... as soon as I saw you were a nice guy, nothing else seemed to matter, and I wanted you inside me in no time..." I smiled, then she got a little more precise... "When a Greek man thinks he has control of a girl or a woman, he turns her over and fucks her in the ass, spews all he has, then zips his pants up, calls her a slut, and walks away. Both of them know he'll come back for more, when the spirit moves him. IF she refuses him, he calls her a whore, and finds a new girl who will deal with his 'desires'..." Joann, now sitting straight up, waited for a reaction from me. "Not very romantic, huh?", I replied.

"Anya has been here six days ... in that time, we've bonded and rekindled our friendship from over there ... we've spent a lot of time talking ... but ... we have also had some experiences that I need to tell you about ... a few nights ago, after dinner, I turned on the music, started moving to it, and then surprisingly, we were slow dancing together in the middle of the floor. I had given Anya the guest room, but that night she came to my bed and asked if we could talk ... when she was telling me more about her unhappiness, we got into an embrace, and eventually went to sleep that way ... I think it was two mornings after, that we took a shower together. We started washing each other, and I couldn't help but be attracted to her ... we've slept together every night, and had a good night kiss – still just the friendly kind, but I think we are both wondering what it would be like to have more ... are you ... disappointed in me?"

I absorbed everything Joann had just told me, put my hands on hers, and said, "Joann, you don't have to explain yourself to me ... you can do anything you want – you're a free girl, and so is she ... I think Anya's just a little unsure of where to put her emotions right now..." So now, with our hands gripping each others', Joann looked down, then picked her head back up... "I can tell Anya likes you ... would you think about making love to her, and showing her how it's supposed to be... ?" Before I could answer, Joann gave the killer statement... "I'm sure nobody has ever gone down on her ... and she told me in bed last nite that the only 'fuck' she's ever had has been in her butt ... we can help her, if you say YES"... "I ... I guess there's no way for me to say NO on this..." How much time do you need to prepare her? ... because you know, she COULD say 'no' to it all", I replied. Joann smiled and said, "I think I know just how to handle it ... what time tomorrow could you come back by? ... think about it for a second, I'll be right back... " Then I was left all alone in the living room, to think about how politely Joann had asked me about all this – little did she know, I'd been there and DONE THAT. A few seconds later, Joann returned and stuck her hand out, saying "Deal??" ... I cheerfully said "yes", and took her handshake. I laughed when I realized that this was a handshake that included a folded $20 bill in her palm. Joann laughed too, asking did I think that would cover the front & back lawns, and a return tomorrow at 10am ... for "trimming" (?) I threw my arms up and said "I GIVE UP, OK!" She knew I was faking, so she shoved me toward the front door, then turned and yelled "ANYA!". The tall sweetheart came around the corner, dish towel in hand, and got to hear in Greek that I'd be back tomorrow. Anya smiled and came to me for a hug, one that soon turned into a three-way embrace.

It was about 90 minutes after dark when I wheeled into my own driveway. I could see the kitchen lights on, so I prepared for the "critique" that I knew was coming. When I came thru the back door, my Mom was doing the dishes from "her" dinner, and turned toward me in a HUFF. But I was ready, and popped out a $10 bill, saying "now that was a surprise – a last second job – here you go ... you want to do the honors??" She took the 10-spot, and reached up to the third shelf of the pantry, pulling out the famous JAR. With $10 now in it, the year was off to a new start. I didn't give her a chance to further comment ... by the time she lifted up to say something ... POOF ... magically, her BOY was down the hall. My head hit the pillow some two hours later, and I started thinking about what might happen tomorrow morning at Joann's.

Sunday I was out of the rack fairly early, and got into the kitchen to "participate" in breakfast preparation. That surprised my Mom ... I started out the day saying what a good Saturday both of us had, with her getting some great OT pay, and me getting a surprise "gig" with a off-season lawn job. Showing once again that it was unthinkable for us to have a positive exchange, she commented "you were lucky to get a job – just keep thinking about how you can bring in some money over the next three months, when the winter weather sets in. You're big enough that people will hire you to shovel snow off their driveways ... and, I hate to say it, but you look sloppy with all that hair, so find a way to get in the Barbershop by the middle of the week ... instead of coming home from school and wasting time here, you can stop in and get it cut..." I swallowed all that crap, and chose to think of the next few hours, instead. Then after eating, I came back with "let me do the dishes, because in a few minutes, I need to get back over on the next block and do some trimming on the lawn I did yesterday..." I'll be out for awhile after that, visiting some friends in the neighborhood. She was too busy wiping off the table to register any sort of complaint – or start BEGGING ... haaaa...

I showered and spiffed myself up, wanting to put best foot forward when I got to Joann's house. With my Mom doing Laundry outside and giving me the evil eye (something that we oldsters now call "the stink eye" ... haaaa), I put my clippers AND my basketball in the bike basket, and did an about face, and was out of her sight. As I rode over to Joann's, it occurred to me that things had changed somewhat in my house – after years of yielding in every single verbal battle with my Mom, she had – at least in the last few months – tolerated my point of view on some subjects ... I hadn't heard "you're talking back" or "you're acting like a juvenile delinquent" for awhile. Score a minor victory for ME.

When I pulled into Joann's driveway, I critiqued my work – a nicely cut lawn – so we were off to a decent start on this Sunday. I stashed my bike alongside her car, and got a knock and a wave from someone at the kitchen window. I hustled back to the front door, and before I could raise my fist to knock, I saw ONE EYE looking at me, thru the crack in the door. The mystery was quickly over, when Joann let me in. I look at her quizzically, but then she put both hands on my waist, and said "I did everything I felt I could to prepare her for today ... Anya is in the bathroom. When you hear the shower running, give her a couple of minutes, then go in ... the rest is up to the two of you..." I looked down at Joann, and said "that's it? How can it be so simple... ?" But Joann continued smiling, and said "Anya knows about US, and the wonderful time I have had with you ... I told her most of the things we've done together, and how happy you make me..." I gave her a quick kiss for that, then she put a finger between our lips, and said "Most of all, lover, she sees that I am a happy girl, in your hands – so she has decided that she wants to see what real lovemaking is all about ... just be patient, and by the time you get her to our bed, I'm sure she will be ready to give herself to you..." "OUR Bed?", I inquired, "not the guest room?" She laughed and said, "Anya has spent the last few nights in MY arms, in MY Bed ... I want her to be 100% comfortable. Just one thing ... if I decide to, I hope you won't mind if I look in on the two of you at some point..." I put my hands on Joann's shoulders, and said... "Hey ... your house, your room, your bed ... do what you want when the time comes, girl..."