Permission Granted

"Hey," said Avril as she climbed the stairs to her room, "So-And-So's coming over to see me tonight.

Since So-And-So was neither The Atheist nor the German boy she had met on Craigslist, I said, "Who?"

"He's a boy from school that I fuck sometimes."

"Oh." Then, after a moment's thought, "Does this mean I can start bringing boys over?" The proper ettiquete in such matters had always eluded me.

"Yes!" she yelled down at me from the second floor. "But only, like, dudes we know. So they don't steal anything."