She cursed. She had deliberately chosen a time when their parents were out of the house (they always seemed to be out of the house, on a date or shopp...ng or wherever) to masturbate, so that no one would discover her. Laura had known Mark would be in the house, but assumed that he'd be glued to that new X-Box game he had just got for days on end, much less another half hour. At least he had arrived after the deed was done"Um, personal hygiene?" Laura answered with a role of her eyes."Oh, give me. FogertyI still had the headache as I pulled onto the street I needed to go to. I can't deny that my spirits were lighter, so maybe the headache just seemed to be milder. And to be honest, I'm totally willing to admit that the phone call from Melinda had a lot to do with lifting my mood. Just when I'd nearly given up hope, I was very close to achieving something I'd only dreamed of. It seemed as if my patience was finally being rewarded.As I walked towards the flashing lights on the driveway, I. Those who only knew Pam and Steve on the surface, saw a loving father and daughter like you'd see in any family. Those who participated in the swap group knew what they'd seen during Pam's cherry busting and sexual initiation and in many of the sex parties that had taken place over her teenage years and early twenties, but very few people knew what went on at home, behind closed doors. The only people who might have suspected were a few of her father's men friends who had gotten to enjoy Pam's. But I'd kept on thinking about Gordy. I really wanted to meet him and ask about his parents. And then I'd pop it on my dad. What a hoot!"Pat?" Hmm?" We've got to schedule that party ... or get-together ... or whatever." Right. Today's Friday. Let's make it next weekend. Can you phone the twins?" And you'll call Melissa and ... uh ... Alf?" Sure. Do you have Mark's number?" No. It'll have to wait till Tuesday when we've got class." See whether the twins have Gordy's number." Right. But first, I.