"Yes, we do have plenty of time to get acquainted, so we will just let it grow, I would like to have more of you also, as it's a bit cramped in here,"...I whispered back.All this conversation was in whispers so Lilia couldn't hear what we were saying. It was bound to get out when we did return, that Mary slept in the sleeping-bag with me naked. People being people will assume we were sexually active anyway, and as Mary said it was bound to happen.We both got out of bed together and this time. We are just expected to know how to do that on our own. Animals aren't taught, and we as humans aren't "taught" by mom and dad how to do it either ... We might get the old "birds and the bees" conversation from good ole mom and dad, but with the exception of my next point; we aren't taught how to have sex.The catch to that whole situation is the unsaid! NO ONE tells us that we aren't supposed to fall in love with or have sex with certain people. You're just supposed to know. We have this tool. I eventually slip into one of Charlotte's nighties- after a two-hourlong msn conversation with Keith, of course- and head off to sleep,hoping I was mentally prepared for the photoshoot tomorrow...Morning goes the way it has for the past three days. Woken up by'daddy', showering, doing my make-up (Charlotte's mandate today was'posh' so subtle eyeiner, silver eye shadow and deep red lipstick arethe order of the day), pulling on a fresh bra & thong, eating breakfastand heading off to the shoot. “Oh, nothing, I was just woolgathering.”He eyed me for a moment, and then he shrugged. “Okay.” He went back to his chopping.I turned away before I made a complete fool of myself, but my thoughts continued along those lines as I cooked and ate dinner. I wasn’t naïve enough to not see what my mother was asking me to consider. I also wasn’t so prideful as to not seriously consider just what my relationship with Hollis was.One of the lessons my dad taught me about boys and men was that they didn’t.