Jan

'Ahhhhhh, now I understand what you're saying. You're telling me that you love me, because I love you.'

'What do you mean?'

'I love you, and I'm taking pleasure in being able to touch and caress you this way. Because I love you, I'm trying to do it in such a way that you take pleasure in it, too. Remember when I told you that love is when another person's happiness means as much to you as your own?' – a nod -

'Well, because you feel the love I have for you, and am giving you, you're loving me in return. And that makes me love you even more. Love between two people that aren't family is a rare and precious thing: when it happens just right, the two people kind of feed off of each other, like we are now – I'm touching you because it makes me happy. And because I love you, I want to touch you in a way that makes you happy, too. Because the way I touch you does make you happy, you know that I love you, and you love me, too. Because you love me too, you're happy to let me touch you, and because you're happy to let me touch you, that means that I get to touch you more, making me more happy, and so on. Get it?'

'Yeah! That's just how it feels! I hadn't thought of it that way before, but I understand what you're saying! And what you told me before about the difference between having sex and making love means a whole lot more, too.'

'Congratulations. You now understand something that most people only have the vaguest idea about. There's only one problem.'

'What?'

'I'm afraid that I may be spoiling you for any guy that you might meet later – knowing what you do now, I don't think you're ever going to be truly happy with someone that isn't willing to give you true, honest love in return for the love you have for them. You may end up looking for the right person – male or female doesn't matter so much as the actual love that needs to be there for you to be really happy with them – for a long time.'

'Yes, Uncle Dan, I think maybe you are spoiling me for other men – I don't know about women, at least, not yet. But you're not giving yourself enough credit.'

'How's that?'

'When you talk to me like this, you're also helping me have the strength and courage to wait until I meet that person, and the knowledge that such people do exist. Maybe I will have to wait a long time, but now I know it'll be worth it.'

Jeez, I wished*I* had been this smart and savvy and together when I was her age! Anyway, since there really wasn't anything I could say to that, I just let it go, and we lay there a while, just enjoying each other's company.

Finally, though, we realized that we really did have to get up and clean the place up a bit before the boys got home.

It was about mid-March, and we were having a bit of early spring weather. Paul had had to go out of town on a business emergency (an oxymoron, as he pointed out to me) for the weekend. Jan had previously arranged to have 'a few' (8!!) of her friends over for a slumber party of sorts, and I got drafted (sure, hurt me – make me look at a jiggle [that seems to be an appropriate name for the grouping] of teenyboppers!). It was to start late Friday afternoon, and finish up after lunch the next day. Over the years, I'd seen and briefly met all of them at various times, but still didn't have a clue as to specifics.

Once all the girls arrived, they naturally bunched up in Jan's room – at least, at first. Before long, though they were finding reasons/excuses to come out into the den, into the living room, the kitchen (a LOT), out onto the patio, and so on. Leo and John quickly tired of it, and took refuge in their room, playing Nintendo with their door closed. My patience was starting to wear a bit thin, as well, and when I got a chance to talk to Jan, explained to her about the havoc her friends were causing. She apologized, and I told her that it wouldn't bother me so much if I could just have one room to 'hide' in. She laughed, and agreed, asking me which cave I wanted. After a moments thought, I suggested the Den – the doorway to the patio was at one end of it, with the TV and stereo at the other, so I could keep myself amused and still give them pretty much unrestricted access to the patio. She readily agreed, and as I headed into the den to get settled, she went back to her room to let her friends know what the situation was. Surprisingly, they seemed to take it fairly well, and when they made the transition from house to patio, they at least tried to be quieter. Not always successfully, mind you, but enough so that I could live with it for the evening.

As the evening went on, the weather outside cooled appreciably, and the girls gradually stopped the outdoor activities – and commenced the indoor ones. There was the apparently obligatory pillow fight, extensive make-up testing and consultation, and so on. Things really got interesting, though, about the time the late news came on: the girls had all changed into their sleeping outfits, and decided that they really needed to watch the weather with me, so they could make plans for the next day. A couple of the girls had opted for ordinary flannel nightgowns; the rest had apparently decided that they wanted to show off to each other how sexy they could look. None of the remaining outfits were exactly revealing – transparent, or anything like that – but were form-fitting and thin enough to not leave much to my (quite active) imagination: more that a few nipples were detectable, nor was it difficult telling who the natural blondes were.

Only Jan was relaxed at first while they were in the den; as the rest realized that I wasn't ogling them, or seeming to take any notice of them at all, they gradually relaxed. Of course, if they could have read my mind, they'd have all slapped me silly, repeatedly. Jan, of course, knew what was going on in my mind – when we locked eyes one time, she gave me an impish smile before returning to the TV.

Once they'd decided they'd had enough, the all trooped back to Jan's bedroom, where I heard a lot of whispering and giggling before the door closed.

When the news ended, it didn't take me long to decide that there wasn't anything I wanted to watch on television, so I shut it off, got some Bach going on the stereo, and just laid down on the couch with a book I'd brought.

I heard a couple of shrieks back in Jan's room, but ignored them (by then, I really should have known better). Several minutes later, one of the girls came into the den and stood by the couch until I put the book down and looked up at her. Dimpling a little at me, she asked if it was okay if they had some sodas; since they'd been drinking them all evening, I knew that wasn't the reason for her visit, and raised an eyebrow. She explained that they'd run out of the ones the girls had brought, and wanted more from Paul's stocks. I said it was okay, and she headed off into the kitchen – but not before shrugging her shoulders, drawing my eyes to the interesting sympathetic motions on her chest, which was what she seemed to be waiting for. A few moments later, I heard Jan's door close, and a minute or two later, some more shrieking as I returned to my book. I hadn't gotten more than a couple of pages (I'm a speed reader) before I noticed another one of the girls approaching. Again, she stood by the couch, and asked if they could have some snacks – again using the 'we ran out' excuse. I told her it was fine, and she promptly turned around to head for the kitchen. Turning quickly enough, I might add, that the hem of her nightie flared up, giving me a nice view of her ass as she walked away. Repeat door closing and shrieking.

Now, I'm not a genius, but I'm starting to detect a pattern, here. So I just wait a bit, and sure enough, here comes another one of them.

Since I'm not reading this time, I can surreptitiously watch all the sympathetic motion on her body as she walks toward me. I'm wondering what they can ask for now, since they've got drinks and munchies; she surprises me a little by asking if there are any big marshmallows. I tell her where they are, and she heads off to the kitchen. The cabinet with the marshmallows is in sight, so I can see when she opens it up and (unnecessarily) stretches up to pull the bag out – giving me a nice silhouette view of her ass and bust in the process. With them in her hand, she turns and smiles at me before heading back to Jan's room.

Door, then shrieking.

Yup. They're up to something. I don't know what the rules are, or what the purpose is, but the apparent 'deed' is to get me to 'look' at them.

Not that I mind, you understand, it's just that if*I* knew what the rules were, I'm thinking I could work them to my advantage, perhaps.

Devious, yes, but then, it wasn't my game, either.

Enough time went by that I figured it was just those three that were involved, and went back to my book, thinking it was over.

Wrong.