I wouldn’t trade that for anything.”She just sat there and looked at me. I couldn’t read her emotions as she could mine, but something was up. I...hoped someday I could read girls, but I wasn’t counting on it. My dad, at 60, was fond of saying that nobody yet had ever figured out women. I knew girls were confusing, but I figured that once I got older, I’d figure it out. But now I wasn’t so sure about that. Maybe dad was right.She finished drinking and put the glass down. The storm had subsided. I pursed my lips my cheeks on fire. ‘That was beautiful!’ she cheered clapping and I laughed shaking my head in protest. ‘No seriously, that was awesome!’ she stood up held her hands out. ‘May I test Molly out?’ she asked and I nodded handing her my guitar. She sat down at her desk chair and started strumming and I smiled listening. I closed my eyes and hummed a bit recognizing the tune. She stopped then and cleared her throat. She surrendered Molly back to me and I put her on her stand turning. Come on get out of them clothes and hurry up...' I quickly undressed and was surprise to see that as I pulled my shirts over my head, Rebecca, had reclined on the nearest dressing bench with her feet up on the bench and spread apart. I had a perfect look at her vagina and anal opening as she instructed "...come, today you are my bitch. I want you to suck and lick my pussy till I tell you to stop...' Looking at her long ivory thighs and moist pink opening was almost too much for me to handle.. .. love.”There it was. I had dropped the L bomb. And it hadn’t been in the heat of passion, like last time. I couldn’t believe it. The fight or flight syndrome was yelling at me to run, this time, instead of hanging around.“Say something,” I said.“Can we make love in a dream tonight?” he asked.“Yes,” I said, feeling a relief that was so palpable it made me shake.We didn’t just go to bed. I had plans for some physical lovemaking before we went to sleep. I still didn’t understand how Bobby could.