In my bedroom. Why?"She looked around, finding the open door of my bedroom, and paced off in that direction. I slavishly followed, my mind filled with...images of plowing her tight holes from behind.When I got into the bedroom, she'd already tapped the keyboard of my computer, waking it up. She launched a browser and turned towards me with a smile. "So, what are your favorite porn sites?"I froze for a second, not knowing what to say. What do you say to something like that? "I don't...er...that's. And an inordinately clever miniature hamburger of wild hare, sandwiched between a disk of fried potato and a barely cooked quail egg. The soup, a roasted chestnut with a distinctly sweet undercurrent nicely bolstered by pieces of duck confit, is to die for. Pheasant breast arrives pink and moist within a wrapping of savory cabbage, Pristine halibut roasted in a potato crust and aggressively seasoned with thyme, is pure pleasure. Filet-tender venison is next, matched with wild huckleberries,. My first concern was about the father, girls from the tribe may be sexually free, but they only conceive children with their husband, unless their elder orders otherwise. Between them Marta and Nia explained that Nia was married six months ago, on the mountain, to Joj. Both were headed for Detroit. As usual, the marriage reflected bloodlines and was ordered by the tribe elders. The couple came to Detroit as man and wife together. “I did not love my husband, but we got on well enough as friends. ..Bruce. He took me to the show." Bruce? Your best friend Bruce?" dad asked. "He took you on a date? Withyou dressed as a...this way?!" Well, yeah" I said, thinking it should have been obvious."What else do you and Bruce... " Go to bed honey," mom said softly, interrupting dad, "we can talk aboutthis tomorrow."Believe me, I trucked to my room as fast as I could, and quicklyundressed, washed up, and went to bed. But sleep eluded me for a longtime as I wondered how I was going to die. Dad was.