At least here he would have a measure of freedom until he could figure out just what he wanted to do next.

"Ma's in the kitchen, and Daddy's gone into the office this morning," Jeanie replied, carefully taking in the nattily dressed figure of her young uncle. She hadn't seen him in several months, and she certainly hadn't seen him since her new "knowledge". The "knowledge" was what she called the budding awakening of her senses. As Morgan made his way to the kitchen, after depositing his two bags on the living room floor, Jeanie wondered just how much of the "knowledge" her handsome uncle had indulged in! From the looks of him, she felt that he had done quite a bit of dabbling, and she was determined at once to use him in her great quest for learning. She figured that it ought to be pretty easy to wind him around her little finger. He looked very sure of himself, but Jeanie had already learned that people who looked that way were very often just the opposite. If this proved to be true in her uncle's case, she hoped she would soon be able to extract from him everything that she needed to complete her studies in the field of adult sensuality.

Gleefully, Jeanie ran up to her room, where she made certain notes to this effect in a small black book that she kept for such momentous thoughts.

Morgan, walking silently and cat-like, surprised Fran in the kitchen where she was bending over cleaning the oven, cursing and chewing herself out for having started the job in the first place rather than leaving it to the maid who came in once a week anyway. She had read a book once that said that women responded to satisfying sexual lives by feeling an urge to tidy up, and she wondered if this was why she'd suddenly decided to do the stove herself.