Maybe you should let her in on this little exploit.Maybe you should let her in on this little exploit." "She knows." "Yah." "You do not believe me?" "Nope." "Yet last night she told you she wanted this -- said it to you in my presence -- and later you told her you would not kick me out of bed." I was silent, trying to get my thoughts -- not to mention, my senses -- under control. "May I wash my hands?" "Of course." She stood and squeezed unnecessarily past my chair, nearly brushing my face and shoulders with her breasts, letting me smell the light scent she wore and feel the intense passion that I just knew, dammit, was bundled inside her. She had me. I had no choice but to believe her, yet somehow it seemed too good to be true and if there's one thing I've learned, it's that when something seems too good to be true, it probably is. I kept trying to find the catch. I lit a cigarette and kept running and re- running all the things Livinia had said to me and comparing them with Alicia's words and tried to fit it all into some sort of context. Alicia was going to be heading off to Orlando soon; Livinia was sticking around and I wanted her to spend some of that sticking around time with me. But I kept wondering how she could send her sister-lover to me with equanimity and -- No matter how I looked at it, it just wouldn't fit. I stubbed out the butt and lit a new one and tried to tackle it again -- and then realized that Alicia had been gone quite a while. I determined to be polite and wait till the second butt was finished. Fifteen minutes elapsed time to "wash hands" was enough time for a polite inquiry. |