“When I turned seventy, which was ten years ago, mind you, by the time I caught Carter, that I’d just told you about, our bodies weren’t working as well as they had been before the abstinence. Carter hadn’t been maintaining the muscles needed to fuck missionary style, and my knees wouldn’t work as well either to be the one on top.”

“I’ll be okay,” she whispered as her hand roamed over Emily’s short satin nightgown. Easing the gown down from Emily’s breasts, Rachel leaned over and flicked her tongue over the nipple. Emily yelped in surprise, wanting to protest because this seemed wrong, but was unable to utter anything other than a moan.

Emily, reared by a religiously fanatical grandmother after her parents were taken from her by a freak accident, grew into young adulthood under-developed in self-esteem, social skills, and knowing much about sex, except whatever her older cousin would impart. Until the night of her grandmother’s funeral. Her awakening, regarding passion and sex, began with a dream.