I asked my mother the following morning after I’d seen Lily onto the school bus. I had, of course, checked with Lily first. She’d jumped at the chance to spend a whole night with Grans and Granspop. “You going on another assignment?” “No, I…” “You and the cowboy want some time alone.” “Yes.” “I’m glad to hear that. It will do you good to spend time with a man and hopefully have sex.” My mother is one of the most liberal-minded women I know, and she doesn’t mince her words when it comes to things like orgasms and women having a great time in bed. “Or did you and he already do that while you were in Montana?” If she only knew about the ménage and other stuff. I wasn’t sure if she was that open-minded. “Yes, guilty,” I said and left it at that. “So why didn’t you tell me?” “Mom, there are some things a girl doesn’t talk about, even with her mother.” “So it was that hot.” I knew I was starting to blush. “Is he any good? I mean, you know, in bed?”
