"I don't know if I like that."

"Well, Trouble, you've got to understand that your dad is my friend. I wasn't real comfortable about helping you that way without his knowledge. At the same time, I wasn't going to do anything to break the trust you showed me. This just seemed like a good way to get him involved – which I think you would agree he*should* be – without getting you in trouble, or having him upset with me. Nothing has changed, other than the fact that now he*knows* that you're learning about the general subject of sex education. He still doesn't know what you're looking at or learning – just like I don't. The only thing that's different is that now we don't have to worry about hiding something from him. I'd say that was a good thing, wouldn't you?"

"Well, yeah, I suppose. I guess that's okay, then. Do you tell him about everything, though?"

"No, just about the stuff that I think is really, really important, and that I think he needs to know about. That's why I only told him that we had talked about the general subject of sex, but not any of the details. I think you'll also be happy to know that HOW we got onto the subject wasn't mentioned," I added, smiling.

She turned only a little pink, and replied "Yeah, I kinda figured you didn't say anything about*that*. From the way he acted, I don't think he could have talked to me at all, if he knew!"

"Trouble, I want you to know that you can trust me not to tell your dad about everything we talk about. And if there is something I*must* tell him, I'm not going to spill any secrets – I'll only say as much as I absolutely have to. I hope you can see that from the way I talked to him."

"Sure, I can understand that. I do trust you; I was just surprised by it, was all."

"Okay, how about if there's something I think I need to tell your dad, I say so to you, first? Then we can agree on how much and what I can tell him, so that you're not surprised again."