How traditions start

It was another end to a long day of hard work at the Fletcher family's farm. They finished devouring the hearty meal that Liz cooked, and after sitting together in the living room reading, watching TV and listening to music, the kids gradually left for bed. The Fletchers had 5 beautiful children: the twins Zach and Molly who were almost eighteen, Presley who was sixteen, Jack who was thirteen and Lisa who was ten. All five of the children were home-schooled by their loving parents who made sure to give their kids the best education they could, in addition to each one of them working and helping around the house and farm. After all the children retired to their rooms, Liz gave Tom, who dozed off, a loving shove and pulled him over to their bedroom. They both got ready for bed and got under the covers. "Honey," Liz said shortly after they got into bed "there is something I wanted to talk to you about for some time." Tom was too tired to note the anxiety in his wife's voice. "What is it babe?" He asked her while looking over at her, the bedside lamp shedding an eerie glow on her pretty face and long dirty blonde hair.   "I wanted to talk to you about Molly and Zach." Liz said to her husband in a gentle voice. "Oh," Tom said surprised "what about them?" "Well, their birthday is coming up and they're turning eighteen for starters," Liz said "and we haven't even started getting them ready for next year." "But Liz," Tom said with a sigh "we've already talked about it. They should be getting their acceptance letters any day now. They're going off to college next year and as much as it's hard for us, we need to accept it." "I know that," Liz said a little frustrated "that's not what I'm talking about. I want to make sure that they start college prepared in every possible way." "Babe," Tom said to his wife lovingly "both Zach and Molly are incredibly bright. We've seen their test scores. They ranked higher than ninety five percent of kids their age. We've taught them as best we could, and I don't think we need to worry about it." "What about things they can't learn from a book?" Liz asked "That's what I'm worried about. They never had friends their own age besides from one another. I know they are both friendly and bright and nice. But all the kids they will meet next year grew up completely different from them. They had groups of friends growing up, boyfriends and girlfriends. Our kids never even had their first kiss, not to mention sex." "So that's what you're worried about." Tom said understanding "I get it, you're right. We need to have another talk with them before they go off. Explain to them in more details about s*x and how to make sure they stay safe." "Tom" Liz said to her husband looking deep into his brown eyes "I don't think that will be enough." "Okay, so what do you suggest?" Tom asked his wife. "I think we need to take a more hands on approach." "What is that supposed to mean?" Tom asked surprised and felt awake instantly. He looked intently at his wife. "It means that I think they should actually see what s*x is and how it's done." Liz said, slightly dreading her husband's response. "Are you serious?" Tom asked nearly jumping out of the bed "So what, you want to just call them in here one night and say 'Hi kids, have a seat. We want you to watch mommy and daddy f*****g so you'll be ready for college'?" "That's one option." Liz said trying to keep cool but could feel her face getting red. "One option?" Tom said in disbelief "What's the other?" he asked almost afraid to hear the answer. "Honey, I know it's hard for you to hear, and trust me it's hard for me to talk about it. But please hear me out all the way." Liz said trying to calm Tom down "Another option, which I think would be better for them, is for them to actually experience s*x. Only that way they will know what it's like and how it's done." "And who exactly are they going to have s*x with?" Tom asked trying to sound calm like his wife asked. In response Liz just gave him a shrug that scared him more than anything she could have said, or so he thought. "You want them to have s*x with each other?" Tom asked in disgust