’ ‘Um-hmm. One showed us. … Well, she was doing it, I just saw her doing it.’ ‘To the other one? … Of course.’ ‘And the other, from Je...n, my thumb.’ Jean looked amused. She couldn’t have seen that, but understood. Pat snorted again, and then glanced over at her with another snort and smiled and said: ‘Thanks, … – Hm-hmm! – I’ll remember.’ ‘What?’ Mary asked. Pat and I sat up, and then Rick and Trish did, also looking a little curious after Mary’s question. But then she seemed find the answer. I shot her a confused look. "Wait, what are you talking about?"She laughed, flipping her ponytail off her shoulder."Well, you *are* in the girl's locker room, aren't you?" She askedsardonically.I frowned, my face burning again. Before I could respond, the sound ofanother locker opening broke the silence. I jumped, turning to see girlputting her bag away on the other side of the room. When had she comein? Just then, another girl walked in and started spinning the lock toopen her locker. I. She didn’t know how to start and he took the lead. “My mother’s name was Sandra but I am going to call you Mom from now on. My first memories of desire for my mother occurred when she kept giving me baths until I was 10 years old. I remember her scrubbing me all over and making sure that my little stiffie was all clean. She would wear a floppy housecoat that would hang open all the time. Finally my dad objected and she stopped doing that. Could we start with a bath?”Mom said she might have that. Afterward, the three of us sat in the encounter room and talked about it, with Sam offering to do it anytime I wanted. I thanked him for his offer, then nodded at Sara and whispered, "But it might make her jealous!" and we all broke up in laughter.On this night, though, Sam was in a lather. Even as I was trying to walk in, he blew past me, whizzing across the hall into the master bedroom and slamming the door behind him. Inside the encounter room, the two men left behind laughed uproariously at.