Seeing his girlfriend’s reaction convinced Jason he had hit the nail on the head.“I don’t think they have co-ed dorms.” He joked gently. He sq...eezed her hand a little tighter. “But it will be nice to be able to see you without having to sneak around your parents.”“Or yours.” Emma smiled - even though she couldn’t have known that Jason’s home life was far from an issue discretion-wise. “But I think we might not have as much freedom as you think in being able to spend time together.”“I suppose. Confidencewas the one thing that Simon lacked above all else. He might have been alittle frail, but there were other men that could take what he had andget a lot more out of it than he did. There was no Napoleon complexhere. Simon felt about as big as he looked.The morning hours went about as good as could be expected. Simonfollowed Casey around the fairgrounds like a zombie. The rides seemedeven more of a blur than they normally were. Simon was barely coherenton the tilt-a-whirl, nearly. One was very good though frightening. The other was very bad and frightening.Wendy came out of the bathroom in the morning with a big smile. "There are two lines in the window! You have made me pregnant! I love you, Tim!" She jumped on me as I lay on the bed."I love you, too, Wendy. I'm thrilled!" We kissed and made love again. I was happy and Wendy was, too. We had wanted this despite the risks.The other event started in the sky early that afternoon. We were meeting with some of the other. Such excellent social instincts she seemed to have, I thought, and found myself exchanging a weirdly felt "admiring parent" gaze with Denise, as Marie pulled up the next question.So then Marie read, " What are the sexiest clothes that you own? Describe them to the group."The question was equally awkward to answer, but much less incriminating, I suppose. Finally, to the rapt attention of all four of them, I said, somewhat flippantly, "nothing. If I want to be sexy, I don't wear clothes."Everyone.