If a little variety had and was good, we thought more variety would be better. But even then, we wanted more than just sex for its own sake. We wanted...to like the people we screwed, be able to talk with then before and after, be able to go out to dinner and dancing with them, to be genuinely friendly with them.We studied the swinging magazines for ads that seemed interested in that sort of relationship; there weren't many, just a few."Let's answer one of the ads" I said Lizbeth, "what's the. I eyed Oghren speculatively, as he took a pull from his beard flask, and wondered if he'd believe me sooner rather than later. I hoped so – mutual avoidance was only going to get us so far. He belched noisily, and I sighed. Maybe it will get me far enough... When Alistair woke, everyone packed up and ate quickly. We unlocked the temple and let ourselves out. I noticed Sereda whispering what looked like a prayer, or perhaps it was a promise; she turned away resolutely and we headed into the next. Without a vaccine I knew that sooner or later the girl’s father would come down with the disease. I thought for a few minutes and remembered reading somewhere that if I could take some of the pus from under some of the blisters and dilute it, it might work as a vaccine. Chances were this would still give the man smallpox but probably not as severe a case. I let him know that this was a large risk and that chances were he would still come down with smallpox itself, but I hoped that it would not. ” It took a while to figure it all out of course. Most gurls know the story – discovering dad’s girly magazines, the fascination, the urge not just to look at, but to look like those beautiful women. The first foray into mom’s or sister’s closet. The breathless thrill of slipping into your first pantyhose or bra, the first touch of lipstick, the first pair of heels, most of all the first time you saw yourself in the mirror and realized the pretty thing looking back at you was the real.