I put the duck on the dashboard and entwined her fingers with mine. She nibbled lightly on my bottom lip, pushing me against the car door. “You’ve...been drinking,” she murmured. Then she pushed her tongue inside my mouth, darting quick little strokes at mine. I groaned in my throat and reciprocated, freeing my fingers and tugging open her bathrobe. She wore nothing inside. I felt myself getting wet. I grabbed her left breast while my right hand went south, finding her clit. She growled and broke. "Aaron's been trying to get in touch with you," he said."I blocked him when I saw his picture Friday night." Oh" he said. "Kathy. You really need to talk to her."Her? "You know about that?" Yes. I also know that she's been pining for you since you left." I.. I'm not ready to see or talk to him- to her."He lowered his head. "That's understandable," he said. "I imagine if Icame out to my family they'd stop talking to me as well."Wait. What? "I don't get what you're trying to tell me.... That was nearly two years ago and we have become friends not just lovers. We enjoy each other’s company and more importantly know what each of us likes and we try to push each other’s hot button whether we’re into it not. The sex keeps us together but we care about each other and buy small gifts for birthdays and during the holidays.We fucked the first time at her house when her husband was out for the day. It was straight missionary position but she was hungry and eager and so was I. By now. .." Don't, Betty, please don't..." ... and how you bore him a second child, a daughter." Betty, don't..." Then your father continued to screw you. And you loved it, didn't you Veronica?"The mulatto stood mute, the memories cutting into her, opening the wounds afresh."I said, didn't you, Veronica?" ... Yes!" exclaimed the broken woman."But you caught him screwing your younger sister and in a fit of jealous rage you killed him. So you were sent off to prison and that's when the authorities.