." She was at a loss for words. "I just don't know what came over me."Jared cupped the back of her head and smiled reassuringly at her. "You had fun, ...on. That's all it was; we all had fun. You don't feel ashamed, do you? There's no reason to."She lay her head back down on his chest and let him stroke her short, damp hair. She had spent a lot of time in just this position, laying with her husband quietly and happily. It was very reassuring. Still... "Yeah, I think I kind of am. What I did. Facing away from us, he put a hand on the wood floor and levered himself up into the room. I watched his feet appear and then pressed the red button to close the door and raise the ladder.Jason paused and watched the door close back up. "Neat," he said. "Makes sure you have privacy."My best friend turned. He looked at his sister lounging in my arms and groaned. "That is just so wrong its right," he complained.Ashley reached behind us to grab one of the pillows. She threw it at Jason. It hit his. “Go ahead, yeah, go ahead” Jane and Jesse chimed in together. They knew all to well that Jill was the one whom I relied on the most since Janice died.“Ah, Ok then. Here’s my ideas: first, no boy stays past 11pm. Second, none of us ‘sneak out’. Third, there needs to be some sort of set punishment if we break the rules.”“WHAT?” Jesse exclaimed.“You can’t do that. We’re all adults. That’s not fair.” Jesse continued.Chapter 2I still sat silently. Looking at the floor and looking at my three. I neither wanted to embarrass myself, at least not in that way, nor destroy a potential friendship.Embarrass is a funny word. I use it a lot to indicate two almost opposite situations. The other type of embarrassment is the fun type. Imagine Angie caught “with her pants down”. Angie’s young and beautiful and this type of embarrassment is something she obviously craves. Any female exhibitionist loves being embarrassed that way. Angie likes routinely letting herself get fucked.