Amanda is riding in the front seat, and Carl is in the back, seated between Sarah and Jennifer. I will drive her back to the house after lunch and she can take her truck to her lingerie and toy shop. She at first was going to drive to the diner alone, then Carl persuaded her that she might enjoy having more time to chat with us in the car. The sun is out, and it is already summer-like warm, unusual for early May. The alders, cottonwood and giant maple trees are all gleaming with the fresh green of spring.
"I must say, I am certainly enjoying meeting all of you like this. This is nothing at all like what Tristan had warned me about."
"What has your son been saying about us", says Carl.
"Well, with Tristan one must always consider the source, and also have handy a full box of iodized salt, because you are going to have to take what he says with more than one grain of salt, I'm afraid. What he did say is that you were operating some kind of cult mixing sex with religion, and that you were all a mob of marauding homosexuals out to attack and deflower vulnerable young men."
"Well, he might be partly right", says Carl. "Not all of us are straight."
"But", says Sarah, "That doesn't mean straight to bed, either."
"I gathered that as well. But on the whole, I am finding you all delightful. And sex positive, more or less."
"Sometimes more, sometimes less", says Jennifer. "We're all on different journeys."
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