"No, it was a one-way deal, all about her pleasure," Krista replied, shaking her head. "But I didn't care. For the next almost two years I played the game with her and learned to enjoy it for what it was and never to take it seriously. I also learned not to be ashamed of anything to do with sex. For all of her public prudishness in a predominantly white community, she wasn't discriminatory when it came to getting laid; the Mexican gardener, a few different black guys, probably half of our neighbors, and a bunch of my father's business associates."

"Didn't he know about it?" Zach asked.

"I don't know,"...