CHAPTER TEN
That had been a wonderful night. And the next morning was wonderful, too. The big upstairs bedroom smelled like warm, lovely s*x in every corner. She had not changed the bed. She liked the dappling of Terry's young menstrual tracks on the sheet. It gave her a gut-shaking intensity of love.
Bob, bless him, had hugged her with an especial tenderness after they had gone to bed, slap-happy with the marvelous drunkenness of s*x. All because of what she had done for Terry.
"I never even thought you'd accept her," he confessed. "Not wholly and not so soon. She is just a bit-well, what do I say? Far out? Bugged with s*x?"
"She's a sweet, warm-hearted kid, Bob," Janet had said. "She needs love."
"Boy, she sure got it!" her husband said, smoothing the sheets where her p***y was s
