She leaned over and whispered in Teddy’s ear. “They are going to do grownup stuff, sex things, aren’t they?” “Probably. Let go of my chair. I can do this myself.” Instead, Stacy flashed a sweet smile when Sharlette Dobbs complimented her on being so kind. “I wish my daughters were half as helpful.” Stacy tipped the chair slightly to gain the concrete path. “Let go,” Teddy growled. Titi yipped at their heels. “Wait here. I’m going to put Titi inside. I don’t want her barking and giving us away.” “Giving what away?” “I want to watch the sex stuff. That Dean thinks he knows everything. I bet he never actually watched anyone having sex.” “You don’t want to, either. It ain’t nice.” “How would you know?” Teddy snorted. “I lived in a trailer, not a wing of the palace, Stace. The walls are pretty thin. Ours had a crack between the two bedrooms. Once, I watched Newt and my mother go at it. Mama called that ‘doing the nasty’, and it was. Lots of moaning and grunting and bumping against the wall.
