He looked around a corner and saw her at the door with his sister. His chest was bare, but he was wearing jeans. His mother glided past him, slapping ...im on one shoulder lightly, and said "Put on a shirt, Dub, you ain't decent."Angela's heart sank. If going bare-chested wasn't decent, Dub's mother would be horrified at what else he and the devil woman had done."Darcy, invite the woman in!" she snapped. "You don't keep visitors on the porch!" Oh!" yipped Darcy and stepped back. "Please come. And it only hurt the first time. 'Uncle George', the latest in her string, was sitting at the kitchen table when I woke up one morning. Mom had gone off to an early appointment and my brother was already away at college. I was wearing a chaste nightgown, opaque to the eye, dull cotton."My, aren't you a pretty little thing?"Fuck no; I wasn't pretty by a long shot. I was little (I'm barely five foot now); I still had braces on my teeth. My tits at fourteen were the same as they are now, the same. Gwen knows this. So she changes the game. She tosses the rock into the crowd of women.It drops.We all look at it on the ground. I know what she wants but I dare not be the first person.I whisper, "pick it up." Thankfully someone does.It is the mother of the little girl Godiva is watching. Isolde they called her. She picks up the rock and gives it a grim nod. Then tosses it right back out to Stasia. Suddenly we are all out there trying to be the one to catch the rock and toss it back. At first. Basically a whole bunch of folks from different areas talk to each other and sometimes things blossom from there. I'd seen it happen many times and while sometimes relationships failed often they became solid leading to and including long-term cohabitation. (Sorry, had to talk like Jack Webb for a second.)Two of my closest friends from this chat had been together for 20 years now and still rolling strong. I logged in under my chat name and informed the folks what had happened. Gingergirl21: SO.