You’re right, I do get too worked up about things, I guess.”“Smoke more, stress less,” Alana mused.I laughed. “A good plan ... You know, you...saved me tonight.”She looked at me. “What do you mean?”“I’m not sure what would’ve happened if I stayed at Jonah’s.”“You probably would’ve gone home and sulked for a while, and then moved on.”“Maybe. Or I would’ve gotten royally fucked up, or started a fight with Skinner, or gotten lost in the forest. Who the hell knows ... I felt like I was sinking there,. When I told him that hetero sex was natural, or that it was nature, not as he believed nurture, that put men with women, well that's when he challenged me.His idea and I'll admit it took me some time to agree, was that we'd gather a group of friends, friends who have joined us in the past, friends who also had 'open' relationships. We all go somewhere and rent a house for the weekend, one with sufficient bedrooms to allow each pair to have privacy. Then he sprung the catch. He had a friend who. She was introduced to me as the daughter, Stephanie, whom I had seen the last time before she left for college as a skinny, sweet teenager. Now she looked much more like her mother with the same grey-green eyes, brunette skin, curvaceous legs on high heels. Her lips were unusually beautiful, very full and sexy. When she heard my name, she obviously was astonished and reacted with a knowing smile which made me curious and somewhat uncomfortable.Frau Rach said that her daughter was still at. His hair was parted down the middle again and ribboned into pig tails. That dream he'd had of lipstick wasn't a dream and his nails were still pink. Carl knew he wore ribbons but hadn't seen them till now. He knew because Claire was fixing his hair after his shower when he sat on the bed and while he'd seen the ribbons, and felt them, he hadn't seen them set in place. Claire's mention of that sports bra and panties also ended whatever protest he might have had. "OK?" Claire asked softly."OK.".