The idea of going to his house scared her. What if her parents found out? Mrs. Schultz, two doors down, was a notorious busybody. She could see his fr...nt door from her living room. She was always sitting in her front window watching the coming and goings. Jenn had heard Mrs. Schultz telling too many stories to her Mom to take that chance.She shook her head. "No, I shouldn't." Her mind raced. I can't go over there. I wish he would come in. "I really appreciated you helping. You only got a beer. He and Liz had discussed it at length, but, always in private.Supper was waiting when they arrived, and the table had been set, and the food dished up and on the table, so they went and washed up and sat down to enjoy the guests, and each other. Robbi had had nagging feeling in her gut that her Dads had been told about him, so she opened the conversation with a lengthy description of him, and his family. David teased her about whether he wore war-paint or not. She countered that no, he didn't. She clarified, “We all skinny dip except from ten a.m. to three p.m. when the villa’s staff are here working.Martin reinforced what Kat had said as he stepped out of his bathing suit. “Kat’s right, Jerry. Get in the spirit of the place. Of course, the nudity leads to exhibitionism and voyeurism, and those lead to lust and desire, and those lead to some passionate touching, and of course that leads to kissing and intimate rubbing, and then there’s the fabulous sex that results.” He laughed.Jerry. "Look I know my parents I want you with me when I tell them about us, soyou can pull out of there when it gets too awkward." My parents aren't any different, so just promise you'll do the same forme."The time until Thanksgiving flew. On her last working day before hertrip back home Kate told Jessica about her plans looking for a job backhome.Jessica wasn't thrilled with the idea of Kate leaving but couldunderstand. She had seen her friend in the last few weeks and how happyshe was. She could.