Ya see it’s this way, Olga and I and a small group of our best pals like to get very friendly, if ya know what I mean."I was still pretty naive. Cin...y had been my first and only lover, although I think I was her fourth. I replied, "Actually, I don’t know what you mean."Cindy jabbed my side and said, "You dope, he means that they swap."I nearly choked on my wine. "Is that what you were saying?" Ja, you bet." Wow. I’ve heard of people doing that but I don’t think that..." I was rudely interrupted. It also happened to be a guy I played football with from the time we were 10 years old.During our high school years we never grew apart. I loved that kid. And I know she felt the same way, only it was more like a sibling kind of love. We were very protective of each other and constantly looked out for each other. As soon as she turned 15 and i 18, something started to change a little. Not in a bad way, but in a very unexpected way. She started looking at me differently. I know now, but. Hardly the comment of an angry woman, thought Astrid. Then again, there were plenty of times she didn't understand her own teenagers, so who was she to judge anyone else's.Wanting to change the subject once the girls left, Astrid mentioned the special order request to Alexander. He said that there were a few customers like that, but didn't think anything of it. As long as they didn't expect instant service, and in this case, they didn't, it was okay.Figuring he was right, Astrid put the matter. Tematha had appeared at the top of the stairs wrapped none too efficiently in a sheet. The sergeant found his attention wandered.“Tematha, my pretty one. I fear that from this angle, the sheet is doing nothing to hide your most attractive cunt from my sergeant’s view. Much more and he’ll be good for nothing until he gets his end away with you, or a whore, or a pig, or a plate of liver!”She turned and ran back to the bedroom, she was actually still quite innocent, and the idea that she had.