Maybe it was denial, maybe it was fantasy fulfillment -- I don't know. I just know that I enjoyed it. Nonetheless, at school and at play I still joine... in the homophobia and fag-bashing. Neither of us considered ourselves gay.Doc, we had some great sex together. Let me detail a few occasions. We really liked to 69 so we did that frequently. We were only fourteen and fifteen so we didn't have any privacy -- we'd have to initiate sex when nobody was home or when we could sneak it in without. And yes," she laughs, me joining in. “It’s cool, we left right before I sent you that text.” “Well seriously, I feel terrible. We should all do something this weekend," she offers. “Oh, I’m supposed to hang with Kyle again before he leaves. I told him Saturday. Maybe we can all do something?” I remembered my plans with Kyle this morning, feeling awkward. My idea was to go somewhere with Kyle next time we hang. I have no aspiration to be with both he and Ethan at once. “Yeah, that could be. I'd like to know about your life and I want to tell you about mine. I want to tell you why I divorced you."I didn't answer, but I did want to know why she threw away a quarter century of married bliss. And I did want to see her in spite of part of me screaming to keep her out of my life."Please, Mike, I need to see you," she begged."I'd like to see you, too," I replied.I heard a sob as she murmured my name. "Then you'll come?" she asked hopefully."I want you to come here and I'll cook for us.. ”She nudged me aside, “for each male there is at least one female. You are mine.”I blinked and she set her duffle beside the fold down bed, “you and I...”She stretched and reached for my duffle, “want someone else?”I snorted as I set my duffle down and pushed her hand away, “no but you are going to get fucked so deep.”She laughed and patted my chest, “later. I want to check our pods.”At least they were close to the top so checking them was not hard. We watched from on top of the bridge as the.