“I’m for bed. I have classes in the morning and teach in the afternoon.” She walked to the painted lodge. “Goodnight. And keep quiet. Folks ne...d their rest.”Eeny, meeny, miny, moe, Catch a tiger by the toe. If he hollers... while pointing at each woman wasn’t exactly the best way to chose a bed partner.I ruminated that fact as I was sleeping in the bunkhouse ... alone.Sometimes I don’t understand women ... not at all ... no sense of humor ... not even a little bit. They were singly interested. Most of the furniture seemed to have been pushed back,away from the centre of the room, to make space for something on thefloor.Glenn is standing there, wearing a gold-coloured towelling robe, thesoft light from the flames outlining every curve of his tanned, muscularlegs, his broad shoulders... my head is spinning with images (...youwant him to become the second man ever to possess you, you want to takehim inside you, to worship his body with the heat of your own eagerflesh...) He steps. Remember? Let's not irk ourselves." Who's irked?" Maggie lied. "You ever know me to blow a scene, husband?"Again, he chuckled. "You take care of the necessities?" he questioned, using brushes to sleek his graying hair."All of them... believe me," she answered, suddenly enjoying the erotic sight of her own nakedness as she toyed with her makeup, remembering the special LSD she'd filled the Wilson's sugar-bowl with and sensing a perverted twinge of excitement at a sudden licentious. Jack proved to be gentle, kind and generous. Darrell had never had sex before, he was just too shy. He never would guess his first experience would be with a man and as a woman. Words could not describe the feelings he experienced. There was never any fear or second-guessing. Knowing the magic would last for only one night made Darlene do things she might never have done. She enjoyed herself immensely. As did Jack. The evening ended when Jack kissed her goodnight before dressing and going home..