“Yeah I did, what’s the problem?” Brad said nonchalantly. “My friend said you get pregnant if the guy cums in you.” Paige said. Brad, a tad ...urprised she knew that, Jordan had said she knew absolutely nothing about sex. “Uhhh yeah you can, but uhhhhh, only if you don’t feel pain in the very beginning.” Brad said confidently. “ What do you mean?” Paige asked. “When I first thrusted in, you felt pain right?” Brad asked. Paige nodded her head yes. “Well when you feel that pain, it means you can’t. For Ric and Renee, and for Noel, may God love you and watch over you. *** The track from the station, once smooth and well tended by loving hands, now stood overgrown with grass and pitted with potholes from the recent rain. Bumping over the displaced stones, the raised centre line scraped along the bottom of the car. No 4×4 or tractor here, just a middle class Volvo estate, complete with ageing accountant and overexcited Collie, and me, of course, sitting quietly in the passenger seat,. ‘Please do,’ she said. He ran downstairs in bounds, collected the bottle and two glasses and ran up again skipping half the stairs. When he came back in the bedroom Jane was sitting on the bed looking at her pussy. ‘Look,’ she said. ‘You’re running out of me.’ She felt with a finger. ‘You’re sticky,’ she giggled. She licked her finger. ‘Hmm,’ she said. ‘So that’s what a man tastes like!’ Ian poured two generous measures of malt. He handed her a glass and raised his own. ‘Here’s to us,’ he said.. ‘Ahh, Vicki!’ he reminded himself of his newly found lover. She warned him about love. He would have to remember that. Sex was not love. It could accompany love, or stand by itself. He had learned that much. He would have to, at least, be friends with her. At least, he could like her. He admired her matter-of-fact casting off of hypocrisy. She disdained the coquette’s pretense. She wanted sex, she gave and took it as it pleased her. What was wrong with that? ‘I’ve finally done it,’ he.