Unlike George, Allie was unable to keep from laughing at the story of the couple who couldn't wait to get into the supply closet to go at it. "I would've watched, too," she admitted between giggles. "Serves them right for doing it right in front of you."
"Well, I'm no prude, but I wouldn't want a huge audience watching me." She pondered a moment. "A small audience, maybe. If they really wanted to watch." She drew the line at accepting money for it, though. A whore she was not. Nor was she shy. Most of the time, anyway.
George waved off the apology, but it didn't do much to rid Allie of her momentary embarrassment. Drudging up painful memories was never a fun thing in the best of times. "No. It was wrong of me to push the issue when you obviously didn't want to talk about it." It was a bad habit. One that she'd never been able to outgrow. Sometimes she just pressed and pressed, without giving thought that she might be forcing someone to admit something they really didn't want to share.
Allie let out a quiet breath, blinking slowly at George's words. "Well, if I'm going to have a baby with someone, I'd rather be in love with him — or her — than have to be forced to do it out of some skewed sense of duty or whatever reason they try to shove down our throats." Shrugging a shoulder, she let the silence float between them for a few moments. Allie had honestly never given much thought to being a mother. She'd had her brother, and countless lovers, and that had been all she'd ever needed.