I wasn’t done, though. I looked back at the band. “Guys? The music or the girls?”“Girls!” roared out from the band.Brad was laughing again, ...nd Marilyn punched me in the ribs lightly. “Brad, I think you’ve been outvoted! I think I’ll let you get on with the music now.”“Good idea, sir, and I’ll let you get on with your divorce!”Marilyn laughed and hugged me, then went over and kissed him on the cheek, and we sat back down. Even the kids seemed to enjoy the evening after that, and clips ran on. " Well, now she thinks I have a breast fetish." What's that?" Inga asked."She thinks I have a preference for women with large tits."More giggling. Was her girlfriend on the same phone or an extension? "Norma has big tits. Lots bigger than mine. But you got all stiff seeing me naked. So Mama's wrong?" Yes, she is, and you were too, if you believed that lie. Sometimes things aren't what they seem. You could have asked me before ratting me out."More hushed conversation, then "What time is your. He then made scrambled eggs. He had never tried to scramble three dozen eggs before. It took a lot more time than he thought it would.Mrs. Hayes entered the kitchen wearing an exercise outfit. She looked at what John was doing and volunteered to make set out the plates and silverware. John told her that she would have to find it herself, because he had no idea where they were kept in this kitchen. They were joined by Mrs. South and Mr. Jensen, who volunteered to make toast and get out the. The grownups were relatively tolerant, smugly certain that this was something both of us would outgrow. Just a normal stage of development.But we didn't outgrow it.We had been best friends for years. Years of snickering and sly whispering behind our backs. Years of petty harassment by teachers and Morality Monitors. Opposite-sex friendship in adolescence inevitably leads to illicit sex, don't you know? And: hey, lookit them dirty perverts!When we finally did become lovers, it was almost by.