"I still see George from time to time, Stacy. When I said that I didn't like him I meant that I don't like his personality. He has a hot-ass wife who keeps him pretty well pooped, though, and I haven't been able to talk him into seeing if she'd like to make the threesome scene. Hey, I'm talking a hell of a lot, huh? I guess I've mostly been trying to get up enough nerve to tell you something that might shock you."

They'd been walking along at a fairly fast clip, side by side, and they were nearing Betty's home. It was a two-story structure, but not as big or imposing as Stacy's home. There was almost as much land, though – about three acres – and the barn at the back of the property was very small, little more than a stable. There wasn't a swimming pool, either.

"Maybe you've already shocked me enough," Stacy said, seeing that there weren't any lights on in the house. It was only about ten o'clock, so she figured that Betty's parents weren't at home.

Betty led the way around the house, toward the back. "I don't think you're all that shocked, Stacy. Or even surprised. I'd already practically told the same things in a nicer way, anyhow. You already knew about me being a swinger, I mean."

Betty stopped and Stacy halted just in time to keep from bumping into her. "There are really two things I don't want you to blab about, Stacy. About how I sometimes relieve my sexual tensions when there isn't a boy around and…"

"I won't do it," Stacy cut in. "I won't have any kind of sex with you if that's what you've been leading up to. I caught that bit about the threesome scene you seem to want with your cousin and his wife, I mean, and I haven't been around, but that doesn't mean that I'm totally ignorant about such things."

"I didn't bring you here to try and make you," Betty said. "Don't worry about that for one moment. I've gone the gay route a few times for the extra thrills, but I'm not butchy enough to go around trying to seduce anybody."