Maybe it's time to put her on the pill, I thought.What if they did have sex, I wondered? If it was protected, of course. Is that really so horrible? I...knew they could anyway, in fact, it probably happens more than most parents think. All these thoughts circled through my mind as I got dinner ready.Then, the next afternoon, Sandra asked me if I wanted to join her for a little private relief time and we went up to my room again for some time to pleasure our bodies. I was really beginning to. Plus, her jacket would disguise my big-for-a-girl shoulders and keep mefrom freezing if it were a cold Halloween. Gee, that could be fun.Every fall I make the 2 1/2 hour drive to attend to my collegehomecoming (my wife stays home), returning late Saturday night. As fallapproached, I realized that homecoming was scheduled for Halloweenweekend. Traditionally, Halloween is a big deal on campus, with many ofthe students wearing costumes. I imagined transforming into Harleythere, and living the. “Bradley, there’s something I have to tell you honey. I don’t know how to put this but I’m a ……….” “Shhh,” he whispered, “I know what your going to say, you’re a boy.” I was totally shocked, and I coloured up. “How, who…!” He stopped me putting his finger to my lips. “Your sister told Thomas some weeks ago. He told me. I wasn’t sure how to take it at first to be honest. But I’ve grown to love you felicity, and I don’t care what you are or you aren’t, to me you are the most beautiful. I'm talking about birth control, of course.We'd both had the course in school. But our class put most of the emphasis on disease prevention, in terms of condom use. Addison still remembers the teacher saying girls should carry a condom with them in case they got into a rape situation, so they could ask their rapist to use the condom. As stupid as that sounds, that's the result political correctness can inflict on good advice.But the fear of disease was simply nonexistent when it came to us. We.