.. The had moaning stopped. "How long has it stopped? Was I moaning? God, what if knows..." I though. She was standing in the doorway to the stairs. S...e was holding her high heels, and she wasn't happy. "What are you doing?" she asked. "I... I just overhear you and couldn't help myself," I replied, pulling my pants back up. "You were masturbating... to me?" "Yes." "How... how can you do that?" "I actually think about you a lot." I stood up and moved across the room to her. "I'm sorry, Jordan. I. Andthen getting together here after dinner. Maybe that would be a goodtime."Mrs. Monroe saw the worried look on my face and said, "Becka. Don'tworry everything will be fine."I looked at Mrs. Monroe and said, "I'm just so worried that this wholething is going to fall apart. And if it does, it will be all my fault."I could feel the tears well up in my eyes. Linda said, "Becka. Don'tcry. These girls are all young and open minded. You'll see. It'll beall right."Between sobs I said, "I. She then sheepishly said that she needed to admit something as well. I asked her what she meant by that,and she told me that the first night I spent with her mother, she heard her mother's moans and cries when we were in bed and she had come home early. We had also left the door ajar, and she had watched usfor an hour, and got herself off as well - so now we're even!Jen then said "you know, in a weird way, I'm kind of relieved this happened. I haven't had anyone I could confide in about any. The second baseman on our church softball team wasn’t in church. His wife and three kids were. I said, ‘Walter Nelson isn’t here today. Sandy, how many people have asked you about Walter since you arrived here this morning?’ ‘He’s home with the flu.’ She answered. I smiled. ‘Was I the first person who asked about him?’ She nodded. ‘In a community we’d ask, we’d take him a gallon of our best chicken soup this afternoon. We’d find out what Sandy needs form the market and get it so she could stay.