-Amelie-
I’m trying to picture how it would... happen.
My face gets intensely red as I ask more questions. “So, the man gets down… and between the female’s legs…?” I wanted some confirmation.
“If you prefer men, yes,” she replied bluntly.
I choked on my tea and dropped my napkin on the ground. Dorothy rushed to bring me another napkin. She looked at me with concern.
“I’m fine, I muttered. Please, more strawberries covered in chocolate?” I cleared my throat.
Harper would come to grab a snack occasionally or drink some water when he got thirsty.
Since it would be an embarrassing conversation to have openly, I asked Paige to come and talk in the garden, drinking tea, while Harper played around. We must look weird without talking while sipping our tea and having dessert with little s
