When I got back from that, Jan quietly informed me that her friend had called to cancel a visit. I asked her what she was going to do, and she shocked me by saying that she hoped she could have a talk with me about some of the stuff that she'd learned on the Internet. I wasn't real happy about the idea, but determined to 'be there' for her when she needed someone, so I agreed.

After a little fiddling around, we got settled in the den, with each of us at opposite ends of a large couch.

The conversation started out mildly enough – her wanting to verify some of what she'd read on the sites she'd visited: slang terms for anatomical parts, and so on. I think both of us blushed more than once, at first, before we simply hit some kind of 'intimacy overload', and the terms just became more words.

Things started to heat up, though, when she started asking me if I'd ever done any of the things she'd read about: oral sex, anal sex, mutual masturbation, and such. I have to admit that I was a little uncomfortable discussing it with her (mostly because of her age, though a little because of the previous views I'd had of her, as well). I did concede to pretty much most of the stuff she'd read about (which, happily, hadn't been all*that* much!), and when pressed, provided explanations and details of the acts – though not the time or circumstances. (How do you explain a 19-year-old sailor stationed overseas renting 3 bar girls – all at the same time – for a long weekend? Particularly to your best friends young daughter? Yeah, it was fun (!!), but how do you*explain* it?) I could tell from the expression(s) on her face as I was talking that she wasn't any too sure about some of what I was saying. But, when she asked even more explicit questions, I answered as honestly and completely as I could.