"So I'm not going to freak you out if I'm honest with you?"I shrug and smile reassuringly. "Probably not. I was shocked once. I think. Hard to rem...mber, it was so long ago." I said that with a perfectly straight face, but let my humor show in my eyes and the slightest grin, and got a surprisingly cute giggle from her.She sighed in relief and took a sip of wine. "That's good. I am SO damned tired of bullshit and acting and putting on and giving the right impression. I cannot tell you how. To say I was in a state of some arousal will suffice. Despite an approaching orgasm I found myself dwelling on those sparkling odd-coloured eyes as they smiled up at me. This was to be one of Donna’s evenings of monumental sexual activity. She sometimes could be extremely cuddly, wanting no more than to be held and to hold, to nuzzle and caress. At others her appetite was for unbridled lust, unfettered access, unlimited exploration. She was never aggressive, never rough but, oh my God, could. She said she was doing great and yes, she had been thinking about what had happened and hoped that I didn’t think badly of her if she told me that she might consider doing it again. I told her I didn’t think badly of her and I would support her in whatever she did or didn’t do. At the first instrument sight, I looked around and we were in the middle of nowhere. I pointed that out to Ginger and asked if she would dare take off her top and work in just her bra while we recorded our data. She. Us kids started doing it too, and the adults thought it was cute." I'm surprised you didn't have an orgy every night." Oh, we did. During the day, too, especially the second week. And sometimes we'd hook up with other kids at the resort. We knew everybody was up-to-date with their STD and contraception shots, because you couldn't make a reservation without proof." So what? You all got home and your parents made everything permanent?" Yeah, we spent a day getting all the clothes out of the house.