I’ll call you tonight?”“Def.”“Talk to you then. Bye!”I hung up. After collecting my thoughts, I poked my head out the door to let my mom k...ow the line was free. Then I fell down on my bed. It seemed like every time I spoke with Heather, my mind would end up in a whirl.After dinner, I was waiting in my room for Heather’s call, listening to our album on low volume. Lara dropped in for a visit.“Did you start the Social Studies reading?” she asked.“Haven’t even looked at it yet.”It was true. Life. So Ilistened and asked a couple of questions here and there as Mom gave methe female version of the Talk that Dad had given me a few years earlier.It made me feel good, the fact that Mom was treating me as her daughternow, even if some of the stuff she was talking about was pretty icky.We were still talking when Dad got home. Mom looked up at the sound ofthe door opening and said, "We'll talk more later." Okay, Mom," I said, and hugged her again.We walked out of the bedroom and found Dad going. They were wet and sad and I could not help taking her in my arms,"Eh, I'm only k**ding. Look, I am sorry."She put her arms around me and clung on as if someone was trying to wrench her away and was shivering on that warm night. Whispering in her ear I said, "If never-been-kissed is a problem then we can soon put that right," and, turning her to face me again, I pressed my lips against hers. They were soft, giving lips which parted seconds after meeting and I felt her tongue dart into my mouth. I also think the girls are very fortunate to have found a man like you."I thanked her for her compliment, and we rejoined the others. Both Susan and Linda were enjoying themselves. The evening passed very quickly with stories, both serious and humourous. Soon it was time to leave. Jan showed us to the door.In parting, she said, "You are always welcome here, and I hope you three know how lucky you are."On the drive home, the girls both agreed that it had been a great evening.Linda said to me,.