”“Nervous and clumsy,” I said. “Thinking about touching your breasts but scared you would think that was too forward.”“What breasts?” sh... said casually. “They’ve disappeared over the years.”This wasn’t really true. They were there, reclining in her bra, but without the pertness, the energy of youth.I unzipped her dress a little at the back and slid it down so her chest was revealed and pulled her right tit out and kissed it.“Suck it,” she urged. “Gently but firmly. You may suck my nipples, you. I sat on the bed and put my hand on her face. She started crying then and was inconsolable. I kicked off my shoes, sat next to her and wrapped my arms around her. Linda's face turned to my shoulder she sobbed quietly. "What is it Linda? You can tell me ANYTHING baby! I hate seeing you like this. Is there something I need to know?" Her face turned to mine, inspecting it for sincerity I suppose. She turned her face back to my shoulder and while crying again said, "I can NEVER tell you. . I saw her glancing at me every now again, and I sensed she was wondering about my relationship with Sally and Mila, and if there was a place for her. Sally and Mila had opened my eyes to the realization that I could love more than one person at a time. Was there room in our evolving reality for another person. That was something we would need to discuss later as a group.Zoe tugged me to a halt and pointed to the warning sign to one side. We’d reached the beginning of the clothing optional. "Hi baby" she said, "Glad to see me?" Always glad to see you and you know it."She walked toward me shedding her clothes as she came and I marveled at the luck that had put us together. Luck both good and bad. Good for now – extremely good for now – but the bad was coming. Hopefully a long way away, but that it was coming was never in doubt.Her name was Holly Gail Catron and she was the kiss of death.I was eighteen when I Mary Ellen Shaver. It was the first day of class at Eastern Michigan.