But I wanted to attend, whatever it was."Hi, I'm Ike." Hello. I'm Carlie. You aren't supposed to be here, are you?"Damn! Busted and I hadn't even fini...hed my vodka."What makes you say that?" Well, I haven't seen you actually talk to anyone since you got here." Maybe I'm not the talkative type?" You look like you might be a football player but you haven't gone to hang with them, so that's out. And you haven't jumped in and started matching wits with these quasi-intellectuals here, so I'm. Darla felt her mother's hand cup her vulva, which made Darla happy. She wasn't alone with an urge. The touch wasn't insistent, more friendly than sexy, but her mother's petting fingers soon took all the friendly out of the caress."It's nice to be alone with you, Mom," Darla whispered when she leaned back from the kiss."I agree. The communal room should have a private place for just two lovers as part of the overall design." And other areas for three, four, five or six lovers at the same time,". I was just taking notes. It gave me a sensation of voyeurism that was unbelievable." What moved you from being an observer to becoming a participant?" I asked. "I have to say, none of the sensations I felt that night led me to believe that you weren't fully enjoying the experience." Oh yes. I was. But what moved me, as you say, was Rita. I've been attracted to Rita for some time, but I knew she was truly heterosexual and even though she described various experiments she'd done with you, it was. "Well will you let me in, you've a television have you not," he demanded, "And there's the Pope on I think,"I went down and let him in, "Thank you!" he said, "I thought Mrs Fergus down the road away had the television but it seems not," he said, "But back to your praying."I went up, "He's listening," I said, "He'll be expecting me to poke you." So?" she says."So I'd better poke you?" I queried."It's sinful," she said."The Lord will forgive us," I said."Good, for you've to wear one of these,".