Nichole grins. "The way I see it is this: Maybe, when Sam was giving the specimen to Natalya - and I'm still not sure what the entails, but I assume it involves him jacking off into a Tubberware container and her turkey basting it into herself - some of my lady juices may have still been on him because we had fucked just a few moments before. Now stay with me here, because I never took Sex Ed, and I'm really not sure how sex works: What if one of my eggs got into the mixture of Sam's sperm, and my egg and his sperm collided in Natalya's womb, and Natalya is basically just carrying another one of our children. How about that? That's possible, right? I don't think any of what I just said is accurate."

Nichole shakes her head. "No... I thought about, you know, helping, but every time I did, then I would think about how it was for Natalya, and then I would picture Sam fucking Natalya, and then I would just get really freaked out, so I didn't..." She shrugs. "I'm kind of a weird chick like that."

"I know, right? They're like two beautiful people who are polar opposites of each other... It's... it's like watching your grandparents fuck. One part of you says that it's natural, and the other part of you is screaming for you to light your eyelids on fire. It's an incredible experience."

Nichole cringes and nods. "Yes... Twice, actually. In high school, I took over my house's basement and made it into my own little house, but my bedroom was directly below their's. Every night, at 8:30 PM, like clockwork..." She sighs. "I convinced myself that they were jumping on the bed. Anything to keep me from having nightmares."

Nichole is throw back. "In the kitchen? What!? That's where food goes! That's the food room! What?! What?!" She shutters. "Were your parents a bunch of horny teenagers? What the fuck?"

Nichole shivers a little at the thought, but in the back of her mind she knew that she and Sam were going to be the couple still doing really kinky stuff well into their fifties and sixties. Then might have to stop around seventies. Brittle bones and such. "Wow..." She sighs and lays back. "I'm twenty-two and I'm having kids. Am I too young for this?"

Nichole giggles and leans closer to Erica, saying softly. "Do you know that Castor goes to all of Virginia's school PTA meetings? Can you imagine him walking in with that bowler hat and stage makeup, being like, 'Yes, and when does the standardized testing start?'" She giggles hysterically.

"I know, right? He literally looks like the MC from Caberet. All Nina would have to do is cut her hair a bit shorter, and she would be Liza!" Nichole giggles and shrugs. "I don't think he does. I think there's part of him that is still very attached to the idea of Virginia only has one parents and one person to love, so he clings to that."

Nichole looks confused when Erica seemed upset by the fact that she complimented Nina. Nichole had no problem complimenting Erica - who wasn't technically her ex, but in ways, she was. "Uh, yeah, okay, I won't tell her that you complimented her..." She says back warily, laughing a little bit. "You're so fucking weird, Eri. There's literally nothing wrong with telling somebody you used to sleep with that they look good."

Nichole's eyes widen and a small grins crosses her face. "Are you for real? You're still into Nina like that? But she's married!" She realizes the total irony of her saying that, as both she and Erica were married and she would still find it hard to push Erica away if she came on to her. But still. It was Nina. She had hardly spoken to Nina before Nina and Castor started dating, so that was all she knew...