"Why would you do that?"
"I'm not a big fan of the-stork-brought-you school of sexual education. I think young people deserve the truth."
"Your mother . . ."
I didn't let her finish the sentence. "My mother and I didn't have this formal agreement but we might as well have. I always felt I could ask her anything, and I did."
"What would I have to do?"
"The same thing; be honest and answer any questions I ask. But let's face it; I know more than you; not because I'm smarter, just older, so this is a better deal for you. I'll never lie to you; I keep telling you that. I may not answer everything you ask because of privacy or breaking someone's confidence, but I'll try my hardest to treat you like a real person, not some little snot nosed kid. Deal?"
"You'll answer anything . . . honestly?"
"Yes. You heard me right."
Hesitantly, "What do I have to do again?"
"Don't lie to me. Tell me what's on your mind, what you think about things that bother you."
"So you can blab it to Dad."
"Nonsense. This is between the two of us."
"What will you tell Dad?"
"Nothing. Unless it's something I feel in my heart he has to know. That goes for you too. Don't go blabbing to your father everything I say to you. He'll think I'm contributing to the delinquency of his perfect baby girl. And don't go blabbing to your friends. This is between the two of us."
"You'll answer anything I ask?"
"Yup. Give me a challenge. Big tits, hair down there, humping, whatever you want to talk about I'm all ears." I embarrassed her, but she giggled, and finally smiled.
"How is it you can punish me for saying 'shit' but you can say 'tits' and it's okay? Besides, you said 'shit' when we were in Boston; you said it twice."
"I told you, I spent too much time around soldiers, but you're right. Sorry, I guess I deserve to be punished." I plunked down in the love chair, crossing my legs to a comfortable position. "I'll stay here for thirty minutes. 'Big breasts', I won't say tits, is that better? Besides, we're discussing them, not just using the word and we're not in front of your little brother. How are your breasts coming along?"
It was fun watching her. She was embarrassed but tried her best to pretend otherwise.
"They're not. I wear the bras you bought me but I don't know why I bother. I don't have anything to put in them."
"That's no excuse. They'll grow. Do you know all about sex stuff or were you pulling my leg the other night when you mentioned your dad and me humping?"