"Thirty-six," Fern said.

"Well, two years then. My dad's thirty-eight. But it's not because your dad is younger, it's because your dad gets lots more exercise that he's better-looking. My dad sits around so much that he's starting to get a double chin. One of these days when he comes creeping into my bedroom after midnight. I'm just going to say, uh-uh, go find yourself a fat girl to fuck." Fern laughed. She didn't believe a word of it. Ever since Penny had arrived, she'd been mentioning that she and her dad fucked behind her mother's back. Incredible! The more Penny bragged about her sexual exploits, the more Fern believed that Penny was full of beans. She was even beginning to wonder whether Penny wasn't just a virgin, like herself.

"I'm not kidding," Penny said. "I'll tell him that right to his face. He might have a big cock, but I like hard stomachs as much as I like big cocks. Like your dad's, honey. I like the way the muscles ripple, on his stomach."

"He works out at the spa three days a week," Fern said. "Does, a lot of exercise, I guess."

"Bet he works out in bed quite a bit, too," Penny said with a dirty grin. "Your ma's always smiling. I bet he gives it to her, with all those muscles and all."

"Will you shut up?" Somehow Penny knew just how to keep embarrassing her. "They probably don't even do it any more. My parents aren't like that."

She couldn't imagine her parents having sex. Not only was the idea thoroughly embarrassing, but it just didn't seem possible. Her mom turned red every time she heard the word "sex" mentioned, and her dad was a real gentleman. Sure, he had his Playboys, along with a few wilder magazines that he kept hidden in his study, but Fern couldn't imagine her dad looking at those magazines with anything more than mild amusement.

"You can't be serious," Penny said, lifting her pink toes up close to her eyes to inspect them.

"I'm serious," Fern said. "My parents just aren't like that."