" Huh! Why're you going to that elitist snob-factory? I know it's run by the church but... Do you think you're too good for us?" You know that's not w...y. I had... have some problems and I wanted to get away." C'mon up to my room so we can talk. I never know when Julie or one of the kids or that bitch Dad married may appear. There's so much to tell." I s'pose so, Kathy. I haven't talked to anyone since I went away... nobody here in Smartville anyway." She followed her friend up the wide. I sat right in the middle over the hump. “Are you going all the way across town?” I asked. The passenger turned and grinned wide. “We are now. I think we need to. I’m Laurel and this is Trudy,” pointing at the driver. Trudy broke into the exchange and asked, “Can I ask you a question?” “Sure.” “So, you’re naked, huh?” I laughed. “I sure am.” “There must be a reason.” “Oh yeah.” “And you seem kind of odd in that you have that ‘SO’ branded on you and something tattooed on your head.” “I’m. I knew they were not a happy couple, as I knew they slept in separate rooms. We watched a couple of boring programs, then at about 8pm, uncle Paul said he was going out to his music club, and would be back about midnight. He went out and left us watching TV. Mary was flicking through the channels trying to find something interesting to watch, she found a drama about a girl who had turned to prostitution, it had some very graphic sex scenes. I was sitting on the sofa, she was on an armchair. "I had a confused look on my face."Britt, this is something we will need to talk about."Therefore, we did.She started the story back in South Florida and the first time they went to a swinger's party. They both had fun and went often. The men and women were young and horny so all was well. To come to a party, a man must have a date. If they don't have a date, they cannot attend. Women are always welcome. It seemed like a double standard to me, but I let it slide.She went on to talk about the.