The large screen TV was off but the DVD player was playing. ‘He is upstairs… getting dressed.’ Stacey’s smile could not be bigger. ‘Well, ...ell, well. He is just now getting dressed. Have you two been keeping busy?’ I returned her grin and sauntered over to the couch. Planting myself down so I could the stairwell, just waiting for Doug to walk down. ‘We were enjoying one another’s company. Thank you very much!’ ‘I am sure you were. I was ‘there’ after all!’ Stacey actually blushed a little.. "You want to call it an open marriage, I want to call it a divorce," I said."No!" she said, "No divorce." Kelly," I said as I dressed, "I'm tired of you and Brandon." Open marriages are good for our society," she said, "It gives us the chance to spread our genetic material around." "There are so few babies being born now, that we have to be willing to do whatever it takes; Just to make sure that our species continues." Think of what it would mean if we had a baby," she said."It would mean, that. It took a few more sobs and a little cajoling before I got her to open up“Beth, who did you talk to about things as you grew up?”“What kinda things Ellie?”“You know, girl stuff.”“Oh, well you’re well past period questions, so I’m guessing you mean sex,” I replied stroking her long blond hair.In response to her silent nod, I swung up to sit alongside her on the bed, “My best friend Marsha Welling, remember her? She moved to Seattle with her family when her dad got a promotion at the. He pulled the heavy shirt off and tossed it in the back then removed the stiff blue jeans, the sheer nylon stockings underneath issued a whispering zip as the heavy denim was pulled away to reveal stunningly smooth, shapely ladylike legs, the tight sheer nylon gleaming even in the faint light from the parking lot. The fabric of the black nylon lace trimmed camisole shined in the light too even through the well tinted windows as Tim put the jeans in the back and quickly retrieved a ladies.