It was exactly 1:30 when Suzy and I pulled into the driveway at Paula's house. We were both anxious to see her again and meet her family, but we didn't want to show up early. I must say, I was nervous about meeting her boys. It reminded me of the first time I had met Dawn's parents.
Suzy was wearing jeans and a white knit top. Her top had a V-neck and was just sheer enough to make a person wonder if she was wearing a bra. I was dressed in jeans and a polo shirt.
Before we reached the door it opened and Paula beckoned us in. She herded us into the living room where Tom and Steve were watching the Cubs lose another one. Paula said she needed to rush back to the kitchen so we sat with the boys. They seemed less interested in the game now that Suzy was in the room.
The small talk came easily for us. They asked about Suzy's school and her plans for next year. She asked about their plans and how it was growing up as quadruplets.
Suddenly, Runt came bounding down the steps.
I stood as she came into the room. "Hi Dan," she said, then she gave me a hug and a kiss on the cheek.
I hadn't seen her since Thursday night at the whorehouse when I had convinced her to call her mom while we fucked. I was afraid seeing her again would be weird, but it was like seeing an old friend. I was immediately put at ease with the whole situation.
"Hi, I'm Runt" Runt said smiling at Suzy.
"Suzy," she said as she stood.
"Come on," Runt said, "I'll give you the tour."
The girls left the room and went upstairs. Steve, Tom and I turned out attention back to the game in progress.
After about ten minutes, Paula called us all for dinner. She had outdone herself. She had prepared a roast with potatoes and steamed broccoli along with bread and a salad. It was one of those All-American home cooked meals.
She offered me the seat at the head of the table, but I insisted she take that place. Runt and Suzy served the food to the table. I noticed the boys keeping their eye on Suzy as she served. They looked like they were hungry for more than Paula's cooking.
We had a great time and the conversation flowed well. Each of us had a turn describing some things about ourselves and talking about what we did and what were our plans for the future.
It was interesting when Runt spoke about her work in the whorehouse. Somehow, Tom had still been under the impression that she was working at a country club.
When she was finished talking about it, he asked her, "I have a question for you. Why do whores get mad when they are called whores?"
"Some do, but not all," Runt replied. "I guess maybe most do. I'm not sure to tell you the truth. Why do you ask? Do you have some experience?"
Tom blushed a bit, "Well yeah. I've been to a whorehouse."
"I'm stunned," Paula deadpanned.
We all laughed.
Runt said, "Actually Mom and I were talking about labels this morning. What were the ones you mentioned? Slut, nympho, whore, and perv?" Paula nodded and Runt continued, "What do they all mean anyway?"
"Well," Paula said, "this is what I think. A slut is a person who likes sex and doesn't care about what society thinks about it. A nympho is a person who may or may not like sex, but fucks around a lot because they can't help it. A whore is person who takes money for sex. A whore may like sex or may not like it, just as some people like their job and some hate it. My favorite definition of a perv is what I told Runt this morning. A perv is someone who will do something you won't. Pervs are only defined in relation to another person."
"Those are great definitions," I said. "When I was married, my wife, Dawn saw I had visited a porn website on the internet. She called me a perv. To her I was a perv, because she would never do such a thing."
"Right," Paula said. "Each person has to decide what they will or won't do, but I also think that some stuff is just wrong. Two things I think are wrong are underage sex or forced sex."
Paula continued, "Dan, can I ask you a personal question about Dawn? Suzy do you mind?"
I nodded and Suzy told her to go ahead.
