"This is Mary. We live together. Come in and be cordial, Mary. Mary is kind of shy, but she makes the best scones. I told her she had to bring you som... while they were hot."Mary tentatively stepped through the doorway. The women were dressed similarly: shapeless dresses that flowed to the floor, white socks, and Birkenstocks. They both wore their hair in long ponytails."Why, thank you," Abigail said warmly. She felt Jack's presence beside her. "This is my husband, Jack."Evelyn looked him up and. ” “Then what, exactly?” “You don’t have to ask my permission.” “I don’t need permission?” “You already have it, Cary. And, it would probably be better if you did it here. You’d be more comfortable.” “Here? In our bed?” He shrugged. “No big deal to me. Who knows? It might even turn you on when we’re together to remember him screwing you there.” “You are un-fucking-believable!” “I know. But, see, you’re all wrapped around this morality thing and I’m not. It’s not cheating if I know about it.. After this first day, I was so exhausted, all I wanted to do was go tomy room and crash into bed. However, I was reminded by Tiffany that Imust change into my Victorian clothing and join her in the living room.And so after the ordeal of getting into the outfit, I spend the eveningsitting and making small talk with Tiffany. She has brewed some tea andI know though it is a relaxed situation, unlike the regimentation of mywork day, she's still correcting minor things like how I hold the teacup and. Trouble was I was thinking about my second desire and what I wanted was to bring a girl with me so I could watch him take her, and I could play with myself watching them.I called Halley, who was ages with me and always talking sex like a pro, but I wondered if she was as active as she claimed, or just like the boys our age, all talk.When I asked her about staying over with me at my uncles, and telling her he was cool and let me drink and take boys to his home, she went along with it and agreed.