"What have you been talking about?" Jill asked, to make conversation. She was still puzzled about the paperboy being in the house.

"Just about boys and girls," Linda answered her daughter.

"What about them?" asked Jill, still a bit confused.

"We were discussing the differences," her mother smiled.

"That's a dumb conversation," Jill giggled, getting up to go to her room where she could study her pictures and masturbate.

"Not really," her mother said. "How many people fully understand the difference?"

"I guess everybody," was the girl's reply.

"Do you?"

"Sure, I guess so."

"Have you ever seen a man's thing?" her mother asked.

"What?" gasped Jill, thinking she'd heard wrong. "Have you ever seen a boy's prick?" her mother repeated with a bit more directness.

"Well," Jill stammered, embarrassed at this conversation in front of Terry. "I guess not really."

"Then how can you say everyone knows?" her mother persisted.

"I've seen pictures," Jill blushed, thinking about the neat book in her bag.

"Pictures!" her mother scoffed. "Pictures aren't the real thing."

Jill was completely dumbfounded by the way her mother was talking. Not only was the girl tacked, but she was completely embarrassed by this discussion in front of Terry.

"Jill," the woman smiled at her daughter, "you're eighteen years old, and I think it's time for you to find out what a cock looks like."

"Oh Mother," the girl blushed. "Let's talk about this later."

"No," her mom said in a stem voice. "It's time you find out about cocks."

The girl just stared at her mother, not knowing what to say.