It wasn’t until years later that I would find out that during the night the boys would switch beds. She knew though, she always did. I should...17;ve been able to put it together, when my boyfriend who did like blow-jobs would suddenly want to 69 me in the middle of the night.I got home at around eleven and dropped down onto my bed, I kicked off my boots and wriggled out of my pants when there was a knock at the door. My shoulders slumped as I crossed the room to the door, of course. That had worked well once (the boy had been wellalong in his rehabilitation and the Mother had been effusive inher praise) and disastrously the other time (the boy had not yetturned the corner and the Mother had teased him mercilesslysetting Jane back weeks with that one).This was the first time in almost twenty years Jane had not hadat least one skirted boy in her home over the holidays. The hugeVictorian house seemed so empty, so devoid of life. She'dthought to invite some of her friends. The new dresses were doing nothing to help him to keep his hands off her.He held out his arm expecting her to take it and reluctantly she did. Prue was happy to walk beside Willow. The group didn’t talk as they walked to the meeting, being immersed in their own problems.When Willow started going through what she had inherited with the King and Prue, Ty was appalled to find she was probably now one of the richest women, if not persons in the Kingdom.Prue thought it was awesome. It was nice. We had already gone through puberty enough at that point so that girls no longer repulsed us and our voices had already changed from the Vienna boys' choir sound to the sound that young men make when they speak. And we were naturally curious and anxious to learn about--and experience--sex for the first time. I mean, it was all around us and you could not avoid it as a topic of conversation almost daily among our peers.Our parents were typical parents; or so we thought. They loved us, provided.