Her voice sounded tense. "I suppose you think I'm a slut." What?" I looked at her like she was crazy."You think that because I slept with you last nig...t that I'm a slut." Are you insane?" I asked. In my own defense, my lack of tact was a product of being confused."I don't do that very often," she said. "I'm not a slut, Bob." Hang on there," I said. "I never said you were a slut. I don't think you're a slut. How did we get on this subject again?" I said I don't hop into bed very often with a man. Over the nest few months Charlene got a job teaching the first grade in Leslie’s school with her and moved in with me. Leslie stops in frequently and the three of us have sex together. The other two women drop in occasionally. Then the ‘group of five’ comes over whenever I tell them too. I had them all get checked out for sexually transmitted diseases and provide me with the proof that they were clean. When they do come over it is as a prostitute. I invite only one girl at a time and get. I didn't know what it would entail, but I was sure that I would be irritated, and so I needed to try to keep calm.(What was the Horace dad used to quote? Oh, yes: Aequam memento rebus in arduis servare mentem. 'Keep a level head in difficult situations.' I'm sure to need that. Maybe that should be my mantra: aequam mentem. But it is ungrammatical.)I wasn't even sure when it met. I'd need to ascertain before I arranged my last hours with Sean. There was lots to do. And I needed to talk to dad. "The two boys put down the items in their hands and turned to face the girls. They wrapped their arms around them and hugged them. They both kissed their sister and Jack said, "Sounds good to me, but how will we know the difference?"Kim looked into her brother's eyes and said, "We will let you know, ok."Tom smiled at Sally and said, "Sounds fair to me, how about you Jack?" Works for me too."Kim said, "We had better get going. I have to check the laundry and I will be ready. Jack, come with me,.