"Jessica talked with mom and reasoned with her that you're being Jeannie's first time was much better than having her lose it in the back seat of a ca... with someone less experienced. Mom agreed with her and began working on dad. My part was to confess that it was my idea and you were merely doing your part to please me. Jeannie didn't say anything directly to him but we made sure dad overheard us talking. She thanked me for letting you make her a woman." I hope she didn't put it that way. I. I had to smooth this out somehow. I simply let her cry. At first, she was just crying, but eventually, she leaned into me, and cried onto my shoulder. After a good hour of this, she looked at me, tears still streaming, and asked what happened. I told her that we played scrabble, and both must have gotten way to drunk (I lied about how drunk I had been). I said I didn't remember much of what happened, but that she had mentioned some Strip Scrabble or other, and things must have gotten out of. As did that little comment about spanking me, which even now caused my spine to tingle like little pop rocks going off then spreading up my spine. I looked up at Thomas and caught him staring. Redness crept up my upper body, could he tell what I was thinking?I wiggled into the corner of the couch drawing my legs up and under me, making myself as small as possible. My heart rate accelerated, those pop rocks were going off again and damn if I wasn’t getting wet just because my body knew he was. I hadn't blushed in years. "Well . . . um . . . I think we are both a little nervous right now. But . . um . . . I think we should try to work through our nervousness, don't you?" I said through a silly grinning, almost idiotic smile. I had to fight the urge to giggle again. "Well . . ," he began, almost whining. I'd heard that tone of voice from my own son often enough to know what was coming and even in my own current 'tizzy' I still had the presence of mind to head him off. "We are still.