And the stuff she wears, she looks like a tart. An’ she’s active,’ she went on. ‘You know, wiv boys. Or it might be men, I don’t know. She d...n’t tell me nuffink. But I found the pills.’ Again, I tried to look shocked at the revelation of Kylie’s non-virgin state. I was pleased to hear about the pills, though. One of my many worries over the last few days had been that all this unprotected sex with Connie and Kylie might lead to pregnancy. At least I was apparently safe with Kylie. I said that. After church service on Sunday Donna was visiting with a nice man in his early 50s who had lost his wife less than a year ago. In a very atypical, impulsive moment she asked him if he might meet her for lunch and talk about something. Intrigued, he agreed to the next day.Waiting at the restaurant, Donna was as nervous as a kid on a first date. She stumbled getting up to greet Phillip and plopped back down. They ordered and Phillip asked, “What is the important topic you want to discuss?”Donna. She started towards the bedroom shedding her clothes as she went. The trail started with her ski pants in the living room and ended at the shower door with a pair of black lace panties in a ball at the door. Lena was sitting in the living room area sipping a glass of wine when there was a knock at the door. She stood up and went to the door and peeked through the peephole to make sure it was Rebecca. She was delighted to see it was. She opened the door, stepping back so the door hid her from. In fact, I reopened the one that had come loose. And stayed there, leaning a bit his way, almost offering him a good look. I even squirmed a little bit, so that he could see a bit more. And said, “New York?” “Chicago.” “Oh. Me, too.” He was a bit unnerved, still. And I was into those eyes again. Really nice eyes. I wondered what they looked like when he made love to the wife. If they ever made love. Did he close them? Did they open wide when he came? Did she know what they looked like? Ever? I.