”“Of course I want!” Kara said.Joyce left the room, and I shut the door behind her.“What can I do for you, honey?” I asked.“Well, it’s g...tting late, so just make love to me and then we can call Joyce up and get to sleep.”Kara and I quickly took off our clothes and climbed into bed and made love slowly and passionately, taking our time and savoring the feel of our bodies against each other. We stared deeply into each other’s eyes each time she had an orgasm and then when I had mine. We kissed. “I’m four in the hole.”“Five,” she corrected, although her tone was gentle.I laughed at my own attempt to steal a point back, but she still was watching me seriously.“I’m fine, really,” I said, nodding.Heather finally nodded back and then went about getting her line tied. “I was thinking,” she said casually, “that maybe your fish should count double.”I smiled at her warmly. The playfulness was back in her voice and it was the sweetest balm for my troubles.“Why double?”“Because otherwise it’s no. I definitely plan on visiting these two again soon. The first encounter was covered in the "Bank Notary" entry if you are interested in seeing how that went.JustineThis steely blue-eyed beauty is always busy with her production work in the LA area, but I tend to head up to meet her early in the mornings for a little wake-me-up rendezvous in whatever classy hotel that the studio has her put up at. I have plans to visit her in just a couple of weeks for exactly one of those meetings. They are. ......So, the oncologist tells me, there's not much a mastectomy can do for me now, since the fucking cancer is in my lymph glands, my liver, all over the place....he still wants to do radiation, chemo, the whole fuckin' deal...................... Silkie, I don't need tears at this point, godammit, cry for me when I'm fuckin' dead..............I'm still alive, I still want to make love with you...................... I hope to be a bi slut until they throw what's left of me in the fuckin'.