"Oh! We're in the cabana across from your bedroom!" Jaye blushed a deep red and her hand shook, but Sheila just laughed and Paul suggested we head out...We walked over and as we settled ourselves at a table with several other couples, Jaye again brought up the "Why?" and "What do they get out of it?" questions.Sheila offered that there were as many reasons as there were women. Some (and she illustrated by pointing out several) were taking advantage of the exotic location to try something taboo at. "What a weird thing to say," I thought. I had this image of giving him a pat on his bottom when he was a little boy. But our minds were going in the same direction, backward perhaps to a time earlier than that.He reached up toward my left shoulder as if to pull me down for a hug, but his hand brushed against my left breast. That nipple too was already hard. He held my shoulder lightly. I pressed his head to my right breast. Then Jacob put his left hand on my belly, on top of my nightgown.I. I'd hated getting involved in that sort of thing, but after only a month at the sorority I knew it was in my own best interest to do so. This was where the contacts I would need later in life were. I had to get to know them, and get them to know me. Men had the 'Good Old Boys' network, but we women had our equivalent, though we didn't have even an informal name for it. Let's just say that Southern Women had social networks that were iron-clad and tight. They also transcended such things as your. Involuntary celibacy, after all, by definition, is not something that they ever wished upon themselves. A chance to rid themselves of their accursed virginity would be welcome, I imagine. Especially if it gave them an opportunity to redeem themselves and rise up the social ladder. That makes no small amount of sense. We’ll need those troops to help quash the various factions emerging, such as the Dominionists in Virginia.“There are reports of these ... riots in Manhattan, Queens, Brooklyn,.