Surely, she had meant that he was her best friend aside from me.My stomach dropped and I suddenly felt queasy. This theory explained every question I ...ad about our swinging adventure. It explained her giddiness over Danielle’s confession of love, as it absolved her of the guilt of being in love herself. It explained her odd sexual relationship with Dominic. She wanted to please him because she loved him. As long as he was pleased, so was she. It even explained why she had been so adamantly. It was Bens turn to quiz Jessie. Now that was great . . .lets see . . . Jessie the question is truth or dare? I dont know you guys, this is getting a little wild. I suppose I would be slowing things down if I said truth . . .so Ill say dare Ben, but be nice. Ok . . .I dare you to show us your titties! That was nice? Holy cow! This is kinda embarrassing. Everybody knows Im not very stacked up front. Are you sure you want me to show you my baby breasts? Dont be chicken Jessie, you know where. “Nothing,” I insisted.“Then it must be blackmail,” she surmised.“At least when you are safely wed you shall be able to sample the servants to your hearts content with no risk of bearing bastards,” I assured her.“Daddy, what sort of girl do you take me for?” she demanded.I ignored her.He wedding day approached and I summoned Dr Legge the afternoon of the day before the ceremony was due.“Just a formality doctor, I need to ensure her virginity before the ceremony,” I advised.“Dear god, surely you. “You must be Naomi,” he finally said. “Please come in.” Dad recovered enough to step back and hold the door open for her. I saw the familiar knowing smile on her face as she entered. Dad offered to take her light jacket and I was right there to welcome her to our home.“You didn’t have any trouble finding our place?” I asked.“None at all,” her smile graced me.“Naomi, this is my father, Mark Timmins. Dad this is Naomi Schaefer.”“Nice to meet you, Mr. Timmins,” Naomi said.I heard Mom approaching.