So was my wife.Seems impossible, I suppose, that two children of the Sixties would wind up in that condition. After all, the Sixties was a time of lib...ration and rebellion -- culturally as well as sexual. The time of Women's Lib. The time of the birth control pill. The time of Sex, Drugs, and Rock and Roll.Well, the Sexual Revolution never made it to our small, rural Mississippi town. Don't get me wrong, there was still plenty of sexual hanky-panky going on, both among the teens and adults. But. “I remember this picture,” he said. “Banana Bananza Waterpark.” Samantha, James, Mary, and Jack. Jack was a scrawny little kid, pasty white, and shivering. Water cooled him down a little too well.Mary nodded, and pointed to the picture beside it. “There’s us when we went camping.”“You hated it.”“You were supposed to hate it, too. Didn’t think my nerd brother would like climbing trees.”“I was ten. It’s a boy thing. Climbing or digging snow forts.”Her smile returned, and she flipped to the next. I quietly moved away so I didn't give it away I'd overheard them. It made me incredibly horny. I went home and tore Pete's clothes off and told him all about it. For a couple of weeks after this Pete would get me all hot and then start whispering scenarios to me. In the end he told me of I wanted to have some fun then to do it.Once a month many of us from the office go for a drink on the Friday night straight after work. One of the guys Phil had asked me before if I needed a lift to work. She couldn’t just ask him direct to fuck her - she needed to find some way to show him what she wanted to do to him, and also to convince him that if he agreed not to fuck Jane, he would have her as his slut.The main problem is that she did not know where Brad lived. If she knew, she could visit him there with some excuse and she would be free to demonstrate what a good slut she could be.Marie’s only hope was to talk to him discretely in her own home and find some way to show him how serious.