He thought about the two of them enjoying each other in the back seat while he had been packing arm loads of rubberwear upstairs.He thought about the two of them enjoying each other in the back seat while he had been packing arm loads of rubberwear upstairs. It bothered him to think he might have to share Mandy's attentions with some one else, but then... it also excited him to think of the two women screwing in tight, shiny, and sweaty latex outfits, too. He realized he was holding a double standard. That bothered him too, since he'd always thought of himself as open minded. Now he knew how difficult it could really be to be TRULY open minded. He resolved not to show his discomfort with the two women's relationship until he had had time to think it over, and perhaps, get to know the mystery woman in the maid's uniform. "It really bugs you that Marion and I are lovers, doesn't it?" asked Mandy. Shit, thought Jason. So much for keeping secrets. "Am I that transparent?" he asked her. "I'd claim it was all women's intuition, but I don't think I have any. I caught a glimpse of you at the top of the stairs, and I just watched your face when you got into the car. You were looking pretty stoic, kind of overly nonchalant, so I guessed." "Yeah, I guess I was...well, AM a little bugged," admitted Jason. "Must be the way I was raised." He looked sheepishly at the floor, letting the engine idle while they talked. "Thought so. Usually, I'd give you my standard half-hour lecture about bisexuality, but I know you, and it would be an insult to your intelligence. I'm going to assume that you will find a way to deal with it, because if you can't, you can NOT be a part of my life." Jason looked very thoughtful as he put the car into gear, and they accelerated down the street. After they were on the highway again, he asked, "So, where is this retreat of yours, my dear?" Mandy, who was once again in the front seat retorted, "Hah! I'm not your dear yet! You still haven't passed my tests, survived my trials, fair knight. |