Suzy nodded vigorously and said, “Uh-huh, but I’ll tell you about it in a minute. But even though she had no doubt about his feelings for her Jane was terrified that time and distance would change everything. Something had changed. What to do? Why in the world… She could see at a glance that they didn’t belong to her, and she was pretty sure they weren’t her mother’s. She quickly stuffed her laundry into the washing machine and started it, then put Chrissy’s things into the laundry bag and hid it under the workbench. “What I said?”
Suzy grinned impishly. “You didn’t tell me about that, Janey,” she added, a little reproachfully. Her head swam. “Jane, she tried to kill you!”
“I know, I know. Had she and Peter… She explained how the moisture was a part of getting excited, then added, in a conspiratorial whisper, “And if you touch yourself there, or better yet, let Joe touch you there, sometimes something even nicer happens—kind of like when Joe, um, squirts. Suzy, what are you doing?’ I think he was a little scared, to tell you the truth. “I know, I know—good little Suzy, right?
