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virgin, I might believe it. And please call me Kayla.”
    “I’m not a virgin, Kayla.”
    “I didn’t think so. A guy who looks as good as you do is bound to have had girls hanging all over him since puberty. Tell me about your family, J.J. Where are they? Would your coming into our home present a problem for them and therefore a problem for me down the line? You do look young, certainly younger than the rest of us. But to me, age is only a number, not a definitive deciding factor.”
    She placed a hand on his groin, and the way he reacted—his immediate hard-on and an intake of breath—made her pussy flutter in response. “Just as I thought. You’re quite a stud.”
    “Damned glad to hear how you feel about age, because I feel the same way. About it’s being just a number, I mean. I’m nineteen, but I’ll be twenty in a couple of months. My mom and dad live in San Antonio, Texas. No brothers or sisters, which is a rarity among Catholics. Seems my mom couldn’t have any more kids after me, so they hung all their dreams on my shoulders, but what they wanted for me wasn’t what I ever wanted.
    “Right now, my parents aren’t even speaking to me because I dropped out of Vanderbilt and blew their exorbitant tuition, not to mention embarrassed them before their university connections who pulled a lot of strings to get me in—or so they keep telling me.”
    “What were you going to study at Vanderbilt?” Kayla asked.
    “I didn’t have anything special in mind, actually. My dad is a doctor and decided, probably before I was even born, that I would be a doctor, too. Something I never wanted to be. Actually I always thought I would be good at dabbling in the real estate market—you know, like buying fixer-upper properties, remodeling them, and reselling at a profit. Flipping is what they call it, but when I told my father that, he blew a gasket. Way beneath my station in life, he said.”
    “What about your mother? Can’t she see things your way?” Kayla wondered.
    J. J. scoffed, “Fat chance! My mother always sides with my father. She’s a teacher, very strict and straight-laced, so in that respect, she and my father are alike. She thinks if someone, including me, just buckles down to expected responsibilities, they’ll ultimately meet their goals, or the socially accepted goals anyway. And they’re both really into the social scene, putting up a front and conforming to society. Most important of all, to their way of thinking, is walking that tightrope line of religious hypocrisy,” J.J. said bitterly.
    Shrugging, he added, “They’re devout Catholics, so I won’t lie to you—they’d probably have a conniption fit if they found out I’ve embraced a polyandry lifestyle. If they even would know what that means, which, frankly, I don’t think they would. But like I said, I’m old enough to live as I please. I take it you don’t go around admitting you’re into polyandry, so they don’t even have to know. Right?”
    “No, our lifestyle is not something any of us speaks of outside this house. What we believe and how choose to live our lives is our personal preference and no one else’s business. That is spelled out in the agreement you’ll be asked to sign if you decide to join us. By the way, I pay for the upkeep of the mansion and grounds. Everyone else chips in on food, liquor, and other expenses.
    “And as far as the public knows, especially our neighbors, you will be just another tenant, since I have purposefully made it known that I subdivided the mansion into several apartments that I rent out. So that alleviates questions regarding the men who reside here,” Kayla added with a smile. “It’s a clever subterfuge that I detest having to play, but it’s better than having wagging tongues that eventually could lead to problems.”
    J.J., with a slight shrug and a chuckle said, “Works for me.”
    “So I guess it’s settled. We’re all one big happy family here, J.J., so if you can