A few days later it was Saturday, and I slept late. When I got out of the sack I knew I was the last one up. I showered and shaved, dressed in some old slacks and a flannel shirt, and walked down to the kitchen.

Debby was doing breakfast dishes. "Morning, sleepyhead," she said, then leaned over and kissed me. "Coffee?"

"Please." I sat at the table. "Where's the boys? And who are they terrorizing today?"

Debby laughed brightly. "Little Jimmy took Brian up to the playground. They'll be back in a while." She handed me a cup.

Debby looked pretty good. She was wearing a simple dress, with buttons collar to waist, and low sandals. The dress was pleasingly tight and short. As she stood, facing away from me, I could see the outlines of her bra and panties, cutting into her soft flesh, under the light cotton. It was a fine view, and my crotch stirred.

"Have you thought about what Jerry and Carol said?" Debby asked.

I jerked out of a daydream involving Debby bent over the counter. "Yeah. I guess so. You?"

"Um, hmm. What's your opinion?"

"I don't know. What's yours?"

"I asked you first," she returned.

"Like I said, I don't know. I suppose it's kinda interesting, in a way. But I don't want to even think about it if you don't want to."

"Don't put it all on me."

"No, really! If you didn't want to, we don't. Simple as that."

"Would you want to otherwise?"

"Maybe. Does the thought of screwing Carol or somebody else make me hard? Sure. So what? If you don't want to I don't want to. The thought of screwing you makes me hard, too." I stood and leaned against the counter. "What about you? Do you want to fuck Jerry or anybody else?"