Jubal smiled. "Believe me, it's better to be tempted and resist, than not to resist and be disappointed.  Now about Duke and Larry:  I don't know nor care.  Whenever anyone has come here, to work and live as a member of the family, I have made it bluntly plain that this was neither a sweat shop nor a whore house, but a home... and, as such, it combined anarchy and tyranny without a trace of democracy, as in any well-run family, i.e., that they were utterly on their own except where I saw fit to give orders, which orders were not subject to vote or debate.  My tyranny has never extended to their love life, if any.  All the kids who live here have always chosen to keep their private matters reasonably private.  At least-" Jubal smiled ruefully. "-until the Martian influence caused things to get a little out of hand... which includes you, too, my water brother.  But Duke and Larry have been more restrained, in one sense or the other.  Perhaps they have been dragging the gals behind every bush.  If so, I haven't seen it - and there have been no screams."