"I trailed Ron upstairs but took a detour to Mike's room. Peeking in, I saw the messed up bed and his clothes on the floor where he left them. Then my...eyes opened wide. I ran into the room and grabbed my robe, throwing it under Mike's bed. And then it hit me -- my son hadn't come home. Sulking, I went to my bedroom and plopped onto the bed, physically tired and emotionally drained. I watched in silence as my husband put on a fresh set of clothes, feeling a pang when he tossed his day-old white. "But if I had any they'd be soaked. Can I run inside to clean up a little?" Go," I said with a laugh. Ashley giggled and ran towards the patio and the door into the house. Jason openly stared at her ass as she ran away."That is your sister you are staring at," I reminded him, throwing an elbow into his midsection."Is Ashley a go'er?" Jason said in a mock British accent.I slapped him across the back of the head. "Let's head to the front of the house. We need to visit my house for some stuff.. . enjoying the feel of her lover's buttocks, but then a strange giddiness surfaced, eliciting a giggle."What's so funny?" Lisa asked, looking at her with a confused smile."I... I don't know," she responded, and giggled again.Lisa giggled in response.Samantha wasn't sure why she was feeling so happy, but she didn't really care, either.VII.Wendy Carmichael had been jogging in the park when she suddenly felt an incredible compulsion to go to Lisa's house... and the suddenness and intensity of it. They like girls, and they wish they could have a relationship with a girl, but they're chicken to actually try it." How do you know this?" she asked."I know people in both groups," he said."Which group are you in?" I don't know. I always thought all that stuff was stupid. If I liked a girl, I talked to her. It wasn't hard to figure out if she was interested in me or not. If she wasn't, I kind of lost interest myself. Except in a fantasy, maybe. In the fantasy, she was interested, and she let me.