There were lots of other questions on the survey of course, that survey provided data for some fifteen different projects over the three years I was involved.There were lots of other questions on the survey of course, that survey provided data for some fifteen different projects over the three years I was involved. The break through came when another student doing a different study noticed that in large families, with more than four kids there was almost no sexual activity among the siblings. When I eliminated large families the percentage jumped up to 32% and then the age difference also changed. When only one year separated the siblings almost half had at least one sexual encounter with their sibling. We also found that the smaller the family the more likely the siblings were to engage in sexual activity more than once. Only a small percentage had engaged in intercourse and less than 2% engaged in intercourse regularly, but I was surprised that over 25% engaged in mutual masturbation at least three times. Don turned into the parking lot of the Holiday Inn Beach Motel, pulled into a parking space and got out of the car. He went around the car and held the door for Colleen. "Enough information, I really don't remember too much more." "That was really interesting," she said as she accepted his hand to help her out of his car. They walked into the front lobby and down the hall by the elevator to the back of the building and turned right. About half way down the hall Colleen stopped and unlocked the door; Don followed her into her room. Colleen went to the bathroom to get glasses while Don looked out the sliding glass doors at the moonlit ocean. After a couple of minutes Colleen returned with two glasses about half full of Irish Whiskey. "Here's to a marvelous evening," she said, "please sit and you promised to tell me about your twin friends." "To beautiful strangers who share their good whiskey," he replied. They clinked glasses and each took a sip of the excellent whiskey. "Do you always travel with a bottle of Tully's," asked Don? "No, this was a gift from Air Canada, to make up for my briefcase being stolen while I was in their VIP lounge. Now you promised to tell me your story." "Okay, I was thirteen, it was the summer before the three of us started high school. |