"What's an interhorse, Mommy?"Deirdre felt a bubble burst and her own laughter broke through. She started with a giggle and ended up holding her belly... When she had calmed herself she knelt in front of Carla. Giving Joey an evil look she lifted her finger."The word is intercourse, Carla, and it means what your Mommy and your Daddy do when they get all silly."Now Joey looked decidedly uncomfortable. "You mean like tickling?" Carla queried."Yes, Sweety, very much like tickling," Deirdre. You had wanted to be a sailor like your parents had been all your life. The Academy was supposed to get you a place on a ship as a certified deck hand or a junior officer… But suddenly the head master had call you into his office and told you that you were expelled. He wouldn’t say why. There was a knock at the door but you ignored it since it was clear that your mother was waiting for it. You can hear your mother’s voice greeting the guest in the front room. You try to ignore them as they. We just stopped by so that mom couldmeet you and your mom. We're going to be neighbors, and we thought..." Who is it honey?" mom asked."It's Julia, and her mom."I let them in, standing there wondering how I was ever going to get outof this! I mean, when school starts in the fall, I would have to becomeTim again, and that would cause all sorts of problems. I was wearing myshortest skirt, the green and blue one, with a thin white pullover top,my hair brushed out in a pageboy, gold earrings. He was older than she was - mid thirties. As always, a waffled long sleeve barely contained his washboard abs. Piercing blue eyes penetrated her soul. She knew she was pretty, but she always felt he was far more beautiful than she was.“Wine, Elena?”“Yeah, Jack. Thank you.”“Excuse me, Jack?”She hesitated. Eyed the two strangers on the couch.“Um, with them?”“Yes, Elena. They know what you are.”Her face flushed.“Yes, Sir. I would like wine Sir.”The men on the couch chuckled.“She’s a good girl,.