After that little incident, I figured I'd better try to get some idea of what the hell was going on. I figured that Teresa might be able to help, I started trying to figure out a way of finding out what I wanted to know from her without causing any problems — for me OR Donna. I finally settled on something, and resolved to try it the next chance I got. That turned out to be just a couple of days later, when Teresa had to work late. I took care of supper (cheeseburgers and chips all around), and was waiting for her after the girls went to bed.

Seeing that the house hadn't burned down, and with no evidence of a riot or murder having taken place, Teresa gave me a happy smile before going back to change clothes. When she came back out, she made a detour through the kitchen to get each of us a beer before settling on the other end of the couch from me. After she'd had a few sips, I started chatting with her, carefully edging us closer and closer to the things that I really wanted to know. When the time was right, I casually told her "I've been thinking about opening the bathroom door on Donna, and there's something that I've started wondering about."

Teresa didn't look concerned in the slightest when she asked me "What's that?"

"Well, you said that it was probably going to happen that I'd see one of the girls again, and I'm curious to know what else might be in store for me, or that I should be ready for. You said that you've already talked to them about sex, but should I be worried about one of them asking me about it, for example?"

Realizing that I was asking an honest question, but only so I could have some idea of what I might expect, she considered what she had to say for a little bit before telling me "No, I don't think they'd come to you with anything like that.