My brother was in the lower bunk. I fell once but don’t remember the circumstances. I dreamed of men. Famous ones. Ones my friends say would be good...for me. I broke his things when he was gone. I’d slip into our closet and find seashells he collected, just one or two, not instantly noticeable and take them to the laundry room in the Big House, as the girls call it. I’d take one at a time on the blue counter-top. I remembered when we chose the house. The laundry room was a plus and one reason of. They had agreed that Carly would do the talking. It was her br*ther, after all. Said br*ther took a deep breath, put his hands in his lap and seemed to look at something behind his s*ster."That's… unexpected. And what Mrs. Benson said? Are you–" he gulped "–sexually active?" …I am." Carly's choice of the singular pronoun didn't go unnoticed."You mean Sam isn't?" Spencer asked. It was Sam's turn to nod. "So you two haven't…?" Sam shook her head. "But Carly has…?" Carly bit her lip and nodded.. Sarah nodded slightly."Socks, too," she said. "My blanket and a bonfire."Adam laughed and stood, still holding Sarah in his arms. She had set her coffee cup on the stand, so he carried her to Allie's room, laid her on the bed and covered her up."I could be warm enough if you joined me," she offered."Tempting offer," Adam said. "But you're supposed to meet the others at 10 o'clock. We would never be finished in time." Promises, promises," she said. Adam slipped softly next door and found Sarah's. I smiled at him over my shoulder, and give hima hip-wiggle.We played on that theme the rest of the game, saying "Nice play, hon" toeach other.I flirted subtly with Tim, wiggling my toned, denim-clad ass at him as Isignaled our play with a hand behind my back.For his part, Tim took every opportunity to touch and bump me in passing.Our wives just rolled their eyes at the byplay.After one point, we exchanged clasped hands above our heads after onepoint; Tim, who was much taller and larger, pulled.