Sarah unlocked her phone, and gasped. The notifications weren’t from Slack, her work messaging app. The messages were from Liz! Sarah felt her excit...ment rise again. Liz reached out! Then, she began to feel worried. Oh no, I didn’t reply!Sarah fiddled some more around, both wanting and not wanting to open the messages Liz had sent. Finally, she took a deep breath, and opened up the messaging app. Liz had sent three messages last night. The first two were Liz saying hello, asking how she was,. In the weeks following that, it seemed that these little accidents started happening more frequently. In fact, I’d also find my hand resting on her backside and, just occasionally, on the inside of her thighs. One morning, having taken her home after swimming, I turned to give her the regular goodbye kiss as I was about to leave. We kissed and, somehow, the kiss lingered just a bit longer than it perhaps should have done. We looked at each other and kissed again – and again. That too became a. You will get dressed and reapply your make-up and get started on thatlist. Also, you will remember to call me Ms. Gimble when I come home thisevening, understand?" Yes, Sherri, I will do as you wish of me," he answered with a smile.They walked in together and Sherri went up to the receptionist."Katy, this is a friend of mine. Her name is Candi Summers and she has ameeting with Ms. Hilliard." Sure no problem," Katy answered with a freckled face smile."I'll see you later Candi."Sherri gave. And it did feel good, I had to agree. Liberating, free, I told her. ‘Did you have a good time last night?’ Ulla asked, treading water a foot away from me. ‘It was OK,’ I replied blandly, feeling the tide pushing me gently shoreward. A twist of eifersucht, the green-eyed monster who respected no national identity, griped my stomach when I recalled Ulla and the blonde man kissing. I couldn’t resist the petulant self-flagellation of asking, ‘How about you? You seemed to be enjoying yourself.’.