The room was a small one, andnavigating around the furniture was not straightforward. Eve,meanwhile, had staggered into the bathroom and collapsed to...her kneesbefore the toilet bowl. She was facing away from me as I lookedthrough the door, but I heard the unmistakable sound of retching. Iwalked into the room and squatted next to her, placing a hand on herback in a gesture (I hoped) of comfort.It took some time for the spasms to subside, but eventually there wasquiet. Eve turned her head to. Krebs, brunet, well-groomed, average early 1960s Working-Middle Class Maynard G. Krebs no longer had his old gray, cut-off sweater, jeans, or sandals. He no longer had his goatee. Maynard G. Krebs looked human... even normal. And he was carrying books and a loose leaf binder! "May- I mean, Maynard! You're no longer a girl!" "That's right. I am no longer a girl. I am Maynard G. Krebs. I go to Central High. My grade point average is the same as my middle initial, but I have one year to turn it. But from the smell of the place, I'm sure they had an idea of what we had been up to. If they had looked into the trash they would have seen dozens of Trojan wrappers and several empty tubes of fruit flavored KY.All of us kids woke and cleaned up. Donna and Diane left with their boyfriends who were probably live-ins. Don and Dennis left with Christie and the flamer. When Tina and Benny said they were ready to get back to school, Dan and Gloria said they were too. Courtney, Jill, Clarice, and I. My attention now shifted as my partner, less skilled, but certainly willing and determined, caused me to reach the point of no return,"OOh, yes, right there Jack, keep going, ooh, ooooh, AAAAhhh. Oh, oh. mmmm. Nice." That did feel good. It was promising that the guys had started off by treating the ladies first. I suggested that we take things in to our large bed, but first,"Guys, off with those pants. Let's see what you've got."Without hesitation Jack and Brett began dropping their pants and.