Any particular reason for this rather uncharacteristic show of…overzealous alcohol consumption?’ ‘Jean, for the love of God, why are you talking...like a college professor?’ Aidan groaned. ‘Small words. Short sentences.’ Lowering his head to the cool surface of the table, he mumbled out a muffled, ‘That’s all I can handle at the moment.’ ‘Fine,’ Jean put his glass down and opened the fridge, removing a package wrapped in white butcher’s paper and a carton of large, brown eggs. ‘Short sentences. .. oh, my God. It *is* pretty amazing. That must be what heaven is like... feeling that way all the time.God, it's so fleeting a feeling for you! Maybe it would have been different if you had had a partner... everything is still so new to you. That's sort of sweet. I remember my first...Dad, Mom...How odd, that they're so alike.But you know a brother named Matt...And you, a sister named Alice.You got along better with Matt.I see. You had sort of a protective feeling going on with Alice that. What can I do to make them want me as much?”Faith figured that Terry didn’t want Jack to get instruction about candy and flowers. “Well, Jack, girls can enjoy sex as much as boys do’ them just take longer to get ready. Why don’t you try to get me ready? Let’s start with a kiss.”Jack’s kiss was really good for a guy who had trouble pleasing girls. Then, Terry was no more interested in practicing amateur kisses than he was in buying flowers.“You do that very well, Jack,” Faith, or Mrs. Griffin,. But the invitation couldn’t go without an answer, and she couldn’t resist seeing what was behind that door. Every part of her body was tense, she could feel her nipples scream to attention beneath her vest as she took her first tentative steps down the hallway. She stood in the open doorway and allowed herself to peer inside. It was a bedroom, the centre piece of the room was an imposing king-sized bed with a canopy. The room was dim, but a soft lamp on the bedside table cast a muted light..