“I don’t see why not,” I reply, “it will make it seem like more of a party.”
Jill says, “Thank you Jack,” then kisses my cheek. “Jill! xxx “We’ll just have to make sure we don’t drink too much punch,” stated Sandy. When I came back downstairs, I half-filled an eight-ounce cup with the punch. “I’ll bring a half-pint of vodka with me,” Marcie informed them. You’ll have to tell them that you don’t know, or I’ll end up in prison for statutory rape for a very long time.”
They have sex several more times before their parents return on Sunday afternoon, at which time they go back to their usual routines. “Jill, they do it to protect you girls from teenage guys crashing your sleep-overs and taking advantage of you,” I say adamantly.
