After dinner, Laurie and Cory had bugged out, announcing they were going to watch television for a while. Casting a nervous glance at their parents, t...ey had practically run up the stairs to their room. While Malcolm was not at all sure what Caroline and Anita had planned for this evening, he was sure it would be enjoyable.“It is a rather unusual lifestyle, I suppose you could say,” replied John calmly.“I suppose that would be an accurate assessment. I take it that you don’t mind?”“Mind? No,. I didn't say anything. He'd talk when he was ready. I just took a bite."We have a problem," he said finally.I wanted to say "I don't have a problem," but I knew better than to do that. Instead, I took another bite."You're still seeing her," he said.Now I did say something. "Look, she told you she just popped off. We're not having an affair. We never had an affair. I met her doing an interview for a paper I'm writing, and we became friends. All we do is talk."He stood there, just looking at me. ..... One day the male staff were called into the catering managers office to be informed that the second chef had been fired for the persistent sexual harassment of a waitress, and that we'd all be given our marching orders if this sort of behavior didn't stop, adding, as a joke, "if you feel the need to touch an arse, do it amongst yourselves lads". And so it became a running joke, every time you'd bump into a male colleague you'd squeeze their arse or cup their genitals and there'd be talk. Maryon was fascinated by the sight of the girl's weirdly clean crotch... it made her seem so much more naked, somehow. Idly she scratched her own well tufted mound, and mentally compared her boobs to Karen's. In the past year, though the older girl had grown taller and had more flesh on her, and still seemed oddly boyish with slim waist, slender hips, a smooth ass, heir breasts had changed not a bit, save perhaps to become a bit firmer. They still gleamed like silken bass, and their cores, now.