Kimberly had pulled the car over on the side of the road and was cradling her head in her hands. "What's wrong, Kimmy? Are you ok?", she said.Kimberly...raised to head to look at Tracy, her eyes unfocused and filled with pain as pasts, personalities, and proclivities fought for real estate inside her brain. "Twacy, how did you and Dean meet? I-I can't wemember..."Tracy recoiled from her friend. The look in her eyes was downright disturbing. In an effort to please, she began retelling the story. The only thing I could think of was our attitudes. Sure, my parents were a bit more protective of Liz because she was a girl, but that was fairly normal in our church. I wondered how I would deal with that issue when I eventually had kids. That was something else I had a LONG time to think about.“I think our parents have a tough time seeing us as adults. In one sense, they see an eighteenth birthday as a magic day, but in reality, it isn’t. Neither is turning twenty-one, for that matter. Or. On the drive to the house Derek looked at Jay and said, “I never know how to hold these conversations because we’re so new to this, but umm…” Jay started laughing, “ It doesn’t matter how long you’ve been doing this, there is no easy way to say, ‘Man I want to fuck you’re wife. Do you want to fuck mine?” Derek started laughing too. Jay continued, “We don’t expect anything. Whatever happens, happens. If that’s just drinks and conversation, great. If it ends up a wild drunken orgy, that’s just a. We thought it was okay with you. We thought we had your green light after what happened Sunday night.” He sounded just like some hackneyed defense attorney making some plea in mitigation. “You better tell me all about it.” I did and I didn’t want to know the details. I knew it would hurt and upset, just as I knew it would excite me. “It was before work. Sue was in early having dropped you off at JFK. We had about ninety minutes before she had to start theater.” Alarm bells started ringing all.