French Kissing for Girls - & Boys
They were in a cosy tangle of limbs in the rumpled bed next morning when the phone rang. Jeannie fumbled for the handset, juggling it as she almost dropped it, but finally got it to her ear. “Hello? . Oh, hi, Helen. Is my Dad still alive? . you’re sure? . yeah, she’s here. Hang on a sec.” Jeannie passed the phone to Kirsty. “It’s your mom.” “Hi, Mom. Exhausted Mr. Evensen yet? . wow, that sounds good . you are? That’s great. Jeannie and I want to go again, too . no problem, Mom, I’ll drive our