Well, who wouldn't? Young men in the prime of life wearing at most 6 ounces of nylon and college life in 1968... yep, it was interesting.Following yea... her boyfriend was gone and Linda and I started hanging out together... mostly bridge and coffee. One time I shared my woes with her about the girl that I was dating at the time with whom I couldn't get past first base. I remember her saying I had to stop hanging about with younger girls--Linda was older than I by two or three years. Nothing now. .” started Candace.“Candace, we would be forever grateful if you would allow that good man to be your daddy at your wedding,” said Ava.“Huh?” she said.“You know, let him give you away, do the father daughter dance, sit on one side of you at the family table your mother on the other,” said Blake.“Daddy, are you actually asking me to have him take your place on the most important day of my life? Is that what you are asking of me!” she said.“In a word, yes,” he said.“Well, in a word, no. You are. ’‘Yes. Pure fire.’‘Her need is the accelerant. And his lust. They got too close–a single spark and… Whoosh.’The fricative sound shuddered her to her nipples, his extension of her metaphor having liquified her core. So, this solid wall of man was a poet. Of sorts.‘That pair didn’t like it…’ Her nod to the middle-aged couple two exhibits down afforded her a glimpse of her fellow-critic’s face. Strong. Impassive. Stony even. Yet with something actively volcanic behind his dark eyes. ‘They thought. “The timing was a bit inconvenient for me,” she said, a slight blush on her face.“Your period?” asked Daisy bluntly, and Jules nodded, her blush deepening.“You got a tampon in?” Daisy asked, and Jules nodded again.“Well, your clit’s not bleeding, is it?” Daisy asked rhetorically. She guided Jules up the bed and gently began to pull her panties down. Jules looked at me.“Only if you want,” I sent. “I’ll stop her if you don’t want to.”“My god I so want to,” she responded.“Daisy,” I said, and Daisy.