I told her that I did. It was becoming very apparent that Joan was enjoying talking to me about sex and then she asked me if I knew how to put on a c...ndom. I assured her that it wasn't rocket science and that I could put it on. She then asked if my condom was a big one or a small one. I told her it was a big one. With that Joan asked me how big was my cock.By now it was apparent that not only was Joan getting turned on, but I was as well. She then said, "Show me." My pants were bulging in. I also told everyone in the camp to watch the group at all times and to tell me, or one of my team leaders, if they saw any of the group sneaking about. After they’d left following the meeting by the hearth, I’d talked to my leaders and a few other members of the community who were concerned as well. Naturally, all the ex-Plains People sat in on that meeting.“Did they come to kill Gabby?” Ramie asked with worry in her voice. She asked her question using the common tongue.“Not as far as I know,”. ”“CÂ’mon, Cavan!” he exclaimed, balling his fists at his side angrily. “Just tell me what youÂ’re doing! I wonÂ’t tell Mom, honest!”“FineÂ… But close the door.” He did so, then stood next to my bed. I felt awkward laying there, nude, with him watching, but for some reason, I didnÂ’t want to get dressed.“Alright, so,” I started, blushing a little. “UmmmÂ… Masturbating isÂ… UmmmÂ… When a guy…” I trailed off, unable to finish. “Why donÂ’t you just show me?” he asked, cocking his head. It really does."I slammed back my whiskey chaser. The aged Talisker bit at the back of my throat."Two days ago this would have blown my mind, " I said, "But now it just seems like the way things are meant to be."He held up his glass of whiskey and I picked up my second. We clinked glasses and downed the Scottish delicacy. For the next hour we happily went about talking to random people - some receptive, most not. It wasn't just girls. We struck up conversations with some guys - talked about.