Joyce was moodily sipping coffee in the kitchen when Hilary tripped downstairs and rushed into the room like a little hurricane. She poured herself a big mug and sat down at the kitchen table next to her mother.

"So, how was it?" Joyce asked.

"Great! Fabulous!" Hilary exclaimed. "Couldn't be better! That guy really knows how to make a girl happy."

"Does that mean that you, um, had more than one climax?"

"You bet I did! I don't even know how many I had--maybe half a dozen!"

"Half a dozen? You're kidding me."

"Nope. Of course, Gerald had his share too."

"Oh, yes? How many?"

"Three. I could have done...