Maggie just sighed. Was she picking up a vibe from him? Or was she imagining things because it had been way too long since she’d been properly fucke...? She showed him to her bedroom and said, “Well hopefully you can help me fix what’s wrong in here.”Amos said nothing, but a little half-smile showed up on his face. Maggie said, “I’m going to pour myself some more tea, do you want anything?”Amos looked at Maggie and said, “Do you mean to drink? No, I’m good for now.”In the kitchen, she slid her. From what she told me at lunch yesterday she's tried out more than thirty boys and she only tested five weeks ago.As for your suggestions about who I should look for. If I score high enough to take two people I already know who I want to take. And the people I'm considering have talked to me about it. They understand that I can't promise anything, but both of them believe in me. It's heartening.Erica has found one person she likes. I think I told you about Larry. He's a gentle man and looking. Hoping I did not disturb her, I keep going to the kitchen. They seem to have anticiapted me being here, because right on the counter is a can of Folgers and an automatic coffe maker. Maybe this will not be so bad being here afterall. Making the coffee, I turn on the machine. with that task completed, I turn to head for the shower. As I reach the doorway from the kitchen to the hallway, I run right into who, I can only assume is my jailer's wife!! Our bodies bump together hard, her breasts. He said something about choices and lust and sex. Is this like a whorehouse or something?”The others laughed at the last question for a moment, then Jim said, “No, it’s not a whorehouse or bordello, no one does anything they don’t want to do. But, this is a home where people do have sex when they want to, and it’s a lot less rigid...” Susan chuckled, interrupting Jim for a moment, “ ... okay, bad word choice, sorry. Um, it’s kind of like a sex commune, you know what those are?”“What, like where.