"A—a shower?" I felt a burning start in my stomach, something stirring my thoughts. The memory was blurry, disconnected, lost in something I'd tried...to forget.You were so sweet, Penelope. I loved you so much."Loved ... me? Who are you? What do you want with me?" I couldn't help feeling I knew the voice, or what passed for a voice in the words which came to me.It seemed a sad smile might have formed the response. Don't you remember your own sister?My pulse raced as memories flooded into my brain. Sarah followed the delicious aroma to the kitchen where she found Melissa setting freshly baked spice muffins on the counter. ‘Oh good, you’re here. Wow, you look nice. Hey, I’ve got something I need to show you. Remember the dress that…’ Sarah had to cut her off, ‘Um, about that, actually, I’ve got something I need to show you first.’ She was fumbling with the manila envelope containing pictures of the dirtiest thing she had ever done – graphic evidence that she had completed Melissa’s. I did my best to ensure during our dinner together that I put Debbie at ease but now that she was nearly undressed and we were ready, I did what I could physically and emotionally to take the nervousness out of the situation. One thing I'd assured them was that while I made demands on them for what I wanted done, I wouldn't do anything to hurt or embarrass Debbie. This evening was her and Ron's and I wanted it to be super special for them. The baby which would hopefully be created would be. Just two guys, good friends, both of us in our early 40's taking a late night stroll on clear well maintained trails. We both prided ourselves on the fact that we exercised regularly to stay fit and had bodies that men 10 years our junior would envy. Sometimes it was difficult for me to be around my very straight friend. I had always found him so attractive, and I am sure there were times when I looked a little longer and harder at him than a regular friend should have. Still, being married, I.