"Don't ask me that," she said. Holy shit. Holy shit! Was she actually saying she'd been with a guy in the time we'd been together? I thought back over...these weeks. When had she been out by herself? Holy shit! Her cousin's birthday. And that camping weekend she had. Or the 'slumber-party' at her girlfriends. She'd had lots of chances."Shit," I let out quietly. She knew what I was thinking, for sure. But she said nothing. Neither of us did for a long time, we just lay there in the sun, close but. ”In keeping with our traditions of low-key birthdays, Mom and Dad had asked everyone not to bring gifts, and for the most part, they all played along. That was totally cool with me, I just thought it was really cool that they all came!I spent the next two hours just chatting with people, having a great time. I got invites from several people to come and visit with them.Peter Gill asked me to come and train with him some. He admitted it was because he hoped I could teach him how to hold multiple. For the first time, that mundane life had a shot of vibrancy within itbut he was careful not to show any emotions to his co-workers. To them, hewas the same old dull Barry from Finance. Three days later, his shaking fingers retrieved a pink envelope from thePost office box and rushed home to tear it open. The envelop smelled of a sweetperfume that permeated his every sense and his hands were shaking as he staredat the paper. The pink paper was folded once and just above the crease was the name. I can't resist, I lunge at her. I kiss at her face, all over, licking and making out with her forced-open lips. Digging my tongue into the ring. Swirling around and tasting her little mouth, her spit, her soft tongue. I pull her into a deep hug, grabbing her ass, lifting her legs to wrap around my waist. Her little butt cheeks clench in surprise, so soft and delicate. I squish and knead them a bit, burying my face in her neck and hair to inhale her girly scent. A smell tainted by her mom’s.