"Frances nodded. "I know. He's something, isn't he?"Melissa stopped and thought for a moment. She definitely heard her say'she' this time."Is somethin... wrong?" Frances asked."Well... it's probably none of my business, but... is Jordan really aman?"Franny looked at Jordan and back. "Umm... yeah. I thought you knew." No." Melissa shook her head. "My mom always calls Jordan 'she,' butyou keep saying 'he.' I'm just curious."."Yes. He's a boy. Is that a problem?" No, no," Melissa laughed. "Of. But, at least we had prepared ourselves for that big day when a boy went inside us for the first time.We also began having periods, just like most of our friends and constantly traded story after story among ourselves. Then, there began to be a few stories of giving handjobs to boys, then sucking them, and, finally, full oral sex between our girlfriends and their boyfriends. No one was fucking yet or, at least admitting it, yet.Now that we were thirteen, yes, we were hearing tales of fucking. . of course. Why wouldn't I be?" You're so late. I was worried. I tried calling your cell." Oh -- the battery's dead. I'll put it on the charger overnight." I also tried calling Wayland and Linnekin's main number. All I got was a recording." The reception line doesn't ring back where I work. Ben, please -- it's been a long day and I want to get out of these pantyhose."Ben followed her into the bedroom. Molly began stripping out of her work clothes. She stood in her bra and briefs sorting. " Epic failure! I tried, without success, to push it back under the robe, praying Mary Alice did not notice, but she did. "Nice piece of equipment you have there, Johnny, let me see it." She reached across quickly, ripping the robe open, exposing my whole body. "Holy crap! You are hung like one of your dad's prize bulls." I was glowing bright red, no need for lights to be on, I lit up the whole room. "Sorry, Miz McKinnon. Are my clothes dry? I stammered. I need to go home." "Nope, I have't even.