‘Shit!’ She wanted it, he was scared to give it and I knew but was in a pretty poor position not wishing to say she had talked to me rather than h...m about it! I suggested perhaps he should try humiliation. Perhaps talk about sex and her needs in front of someone that should either break the ice there and then or get his face slapped, but either way she would start talking if only to scold him after that person left and it would open the door to at least communicating. That was met with a long. There was a round of laughs and groans. We got out Trivial Pursuit and it is usually a fairly balanced game, not this year, Tina wiped the floor with us. There were some more games and a light tea before, settling down and watching A Fish Called Wanda on television.There was no pretence this time, Tina and I went into the spare room. This was, after all, where mum had told Mrs C that Tina would be sleeping. What surprised me was Tina immediately sent me out to my room.“Last week you gave me. ” Connor’s footsteps stopped in their tracks. “What do you mean, ‘we?’” he asked. Oh god, I thought. What have I gotten myself into? My hands were shaking uncontrollably, so I quickly re-positioned myself on the bed to hide them from view. I felt like I was gonna pass out. Was I really gonna let Connor see me like this? Sure, I’d secretly enjoyed the admiring look in his eyes all those times he’d seen me in my swimsuit over the past two years, but THIS? This was something else entirely. This. .. exploring?" I asked. She nodded, blushing. "And she talked about other things too?" She blushed deeper but her eyes never wavered. She didn't nod this time, but she didn't have to. I sighed dramatically."I'm going to have to find some way to thank Marianne for all her... help," I said thoughtfully. "Do you think it would be all right if I sent Marianne a truckload of roses?" After a brief moment of shock, Sherrie slapped my chest in mock exasperation."A dozen, long stemmed, with a nice card.