“Oh that sounds lovely,” my mom encouraged, turning to me. “And you could have a threeway with Mr Berrick’s son, Timothy, and his friend, oh what’s his name again, Melinda?” She snapped her fingers as I gaped at them in horror of their efforts to set us up with their friends’ kids. “Egbert?” Melinda said. “That’s the one!” Mom smiled.
LMO THIS IS SO STRANGE
