"Come here." I indicated Robbie's side of the bed with a jerk of my head. "This is just between us," I said when she was standing next to Robbie. "Som...times I cheat on Tami, and we don't want it getting around. She might hear." But she's right there," Bobbi said, confused."Yeah, but she isn't very bright. She never notices." I heard that," Tami piped up.The oldest Bradley girl left, shaking her head. I figured that Robbie would tell her as much or as little as she wanted her to know later."You. . it kinda hurts." I blushed a little."Hurts?" She tilted her head. "What do you mean?" I mean, um, it was hard all morning and I don't know ... It's really annoying, but it happens all the time now." I bit my lip. "Is that okay? I mean, is it supposed to be like that?" Let me see..." Mom spun around in her chair and reached for my jeans as I stepped closer. "It's just hard for no reason, huh?" My mom laughed lightly. "Or were you touching it?" What? No!" I giggled. "I was just thinking about. Weekday mornings are never pleasant. You never go to bed at a reasonable hour, plus you have an awesome bed, so leaving its comfortable confines sucks. Especially during these winter months. Like a viking, you brave the cold. You gather some clothes, and head off to the shower.20 minutes later, you're clean, dry, groomed and ready to face another day of 12th grade. You're not sure why people hate school so much. You're surrounded by 18 year old girls all day. Half the work is done for you! You. One thing I really love about my girl, Michelle, is that she is very adventurous and willing to give just about anything a try in the sack. I say 'just about' because there is one limit I haven't been able to broach - anal sex. She has not allowed me to play with much less enter her back door... yet. I see her limit more as a personal challenge to overcome, however, and have been working on her to get her to feel differently about it.I really don't know where this anal phobia came from; we have.