"You must be Alice's daughter. It's uncanny." His breath caught. "You're as beautiful as your mother."Jordan blushed. "Um, I guess?" The resemblance i... remarkable," he muttered, almost to himself. Then, he snapped back to attention. "Come in, everyone, come in!"Soon we were arrayed on the giant bean bags that dominated his living room. Jordan and I were sharing one; Frank and Randi another. Of course, Steve had this large circular wooden monstrosity lined with pillows. It was big enough for. Mom looked over her shoulder at me and grinned, saying,"Hi, Sweetie. Finally woken up have you? I came up to get you up before the others arrived but you looked so sweet sleeping there that I didn't have the heart to wake you. You look fresher for your 'nap' so I guess you really needed it."I was quickly aware that Mom had seen me naked from the waist down, guessed what I had been doing and didn't seem to mind. It also seemed that everything she said shouldn't be taken at face value. I don't. As he understood it, for them to have kids, Bridgette would have to control their body for the full term. They never went longer than a day without swapping. Being cooped in within their shared mind for too long made them antsy. He couldn’t imagine trying to stay inside for months on end. And they didn’t even know what the gestational period for them would be, much less with a Faerie father.“I think it’s about time we blow this fucking popsicle stand, don’t you?” Oberon’s voice sounded from. He can’t understand how all these young girls make choices like that. And YOU are a young boy.”“I know. Tara says ‘puppy love’.”“Mom says that, too. Says it can be very intense.”Tara reminds me that I need to be a gentleman. “Dad would expect nothing less of you. Rachel deserves nothing less of you.” Tara knows Rachel and I have kissed. I guess she’s okay with that. Lately, though, I get feelings. I know what’s happening. I need a dad to talk with.Tara’s dated several guys, but none of them.