The boy signals that he's available, and the girl can choose a guy she likes the look of. In an emergency, it's any port in a storm, of course. But it...does give a bit of power back to the girl. She can't choose not to have sex, but she does get to choose who. Nobody seems to know where the idea started. Apparently, first of all it was a signal with any baseball cap. Forwards, available. Backwards, not. But not everybody knew the code, and there were a few mixups. So boys began putting the logo. ”“Really?” Frank Junior said. “What could hurt Mom? She’s, like, invincible!”“Well,” Frank grinned helplessly, “She met her match, today...” He didn’t explain it any further than that. It was, he decided, none of the kids’ damned business.Dinner was lobster, filet mignon, and a very tender butterflied flank with baked potato shells filled with whipped potato and cream, chives and soft bits of smoked pork – not bacon, the maitre-de insisted as Tabatha displayed her lack of high-class table. They seemed a little nervous, and Mom said "Hi. I'm, um, Madge, and these are my children, Ham and Ophelia."Queenie answered, "Oh we know, dear, we've been watching on and off since you got here. We try to be careful not to shock new islanders, because of all the changes, the desire, you know? So we let them alone, longer for a family like you, since its such fun, those first few weeks. I mean, you know, discovering our sexuality and all. We were a little nervous about Ham there for a while,. She was wearing her panties and had taken off her bra. I pushed my self up behind her and put my hands on her tits, and pinched her nipples, while whispering into her ear, “who is a horny little bitch?”. I grabbed her nipple rings and started pulling on them lightly as she ground her pert arse into my pelvis. My one hand let go of her nipple and slipped down towards her pussy as I cupped it over her panties. I could feel the wetness and the warmth coming out from between her legs. I turned.