"I think sex is supposed to feel good," he whispered. "When AJ and Mamma do it they sure seem to like it."Becky watched his lips move, and remembered ...ow her mother had said "First there's kissing." She hadn't been interested in that. She knew about kissing, even if her mother said it was a different kind of kissing. Suddenly she wondered what Frank Jr.'s lips would feel like if she kissed him there. She moved her face forward, and felt the heat of his lips before she pressed hers to them.Frank. Sure, she's a whore. But you might kill her if you don't leave her alone."Sally, though, didn't appreciate Ron's concern. "Mind your own business. This is between me and Marty!"Then something struck her as amusing, as she interrupted herself with a smirk."That is," she told her brother, "unless you stop acting like such a sissy, Ronnie, and decide to pitch in and help your cousin here put me in my place. Now there's something I could understand. Maybe both of you together might be a match for. The people were the same as well. Mostly they looked like Zhe'Kharans. There were a few that were obviously not from the city, their dress wildly different from most of the others in the room. There was a table of four Shoalers, obviously foreigners just by their brief loin cloths, sharkskin boots, and sea flax vests. They had bandoleers strapped across their chests from which hung various pouches and tools and weapons. Their speech was fluid and musical, sounding almost like the sea itself.. “No. No, we’re not but... ““Are you saying that dad...? ““Look I’ve said too much already, please don’t say anything to Jack or anyone else.”Anthea shook her head. She was shocked; she couldn’t believe that her dad could be like that but there again she could have said the same about Jack a year ago too. Somehow she felt better about her situation now.“We met at a party,” Anthea started to say as she looked down at her coffee mug. “Do you remember Becky from high school; we used to hang about.