Instead of ongpin her direction was going to the piers, and she got confused and ended up somewhere near parola in delpan.Mrs. turned left and strode ...onfidently hoping to find the way to her meeting.After about a half-hour, Mrs. noticed that the street had become rather seedy looking so she stopped a trio of young men at the street corner to once again ask directions."Scuse," she said.The muscular young men turned to look at the foreigner interrupting their conversation about a new chick in. " Grandpa is six feet under," muttered Mom as she pushed between us and hauled the luggage into the kitchen.Grandma snorted. "That's no excuse, Helen, no excuse at all!"Sticking out her chin, she marched past me with a loud "Humph!"This was definitely going to be one of those weeks.*For the first couple of days of her vacation, Gran and Mom did the Mother-Daughter thing where they caught up on all the gossip and how each of their lives was going.I sort of let them get on with it. Only really. After it was over, Kit and Rick came to me a said, "That was our orgy." I just smiled. I said, "Not quite. Mary/Fran had her hand in the way the orgasms built in intensity."We went back to our homerooms. There the teachers passed out a handout about new class structure at Analy High School. The hand out talked strongly about what constituted consent. What is sexual relief. When and how it was to be administered. That now all toilets and showers were unisex. Clothing is allowed, especially in. “We make a pretty good team no matter what we do together. I’ll play centre so I can set you both up,” he said.“We’ll always be a good team for life!” she reiterated.“I have no doubt that we will.”Abby turned to Jennifer, “See, what have I told you about Brad and me?”“Wish I could find a man to make me feel that good again,” Jennifer admitted.“Maybe you can convince me to share my Brad with you,” she hinted. Jennifer looked at her then followed Abby’s laughter. She didn’t know that Abby was.