When she woke up she was soaking wet. Her dreams were starting to get really weird. Fuck, she really needed to get a grip.When Hans woke up, she fucke... him until he passed out, then she jumped in her car and headed for the Econo Lodge.On a lark, she called J.J. and told him to meet her there. When she pulled in she saw J.J.’s car, the pizza delivery truck, and the cars that Melvin and Billy Bob drove. Dammit, he’d brought his friends and she was only in the mood for a threesome, now she was. And she was pressing the tip of my middle finger hard. (say something. Please say something.)“Haven’t you ever?” I fumbled to turn the tables“Ever what?”“Thought of me that way?”She let go of my finger and looked away.“What?” I asked.“I probably shouldn’t say this.” she said as she looked at me. Her large eyes were loud enough.“Say what?” I pretended not to get it.“Well, yes I did.”“You did what?”“… Give you attention while I was alone in the hostel room.” we laughed.“How often did that. I also landed a teaching assistantship that gave us both in-state tuition rates. And when the waitlist cleared, Paula was quickly admitted to the program.There was always a little resentment, though, over that initial acceptance/rejection. It was surprising how often it surfaced during our two years of marriage and completion of the MA.But even after Paula left for sunny California to do more grad work, Minneapolis was a good fit for me. I had work. I had lovers. I had potential. The affair. What triggered my interest was an odor I hadn't noticed before. Maybe it was the smell of soap and powder so reminiscent of my sister. Despite the shame of being caught with my sister, I couldn't shake the mental or physical habit patterns of the last three years. Every night I yearned for my sister's young body. To this point in my life my orientation had been strictly oral. I had simply never thought of sex existing in any other form.By mid-afternoon I noticed that Debra was becoming.