.." Sounds about right. I waited for some of the 'and' part to finish." Hey Eddie," said Marisol, her head leaning against the receiver and Phil so sh... could listen in."Hey Sol." They had assigned nicknames the morning they first met during the post fuck chat."How's your mate?" asked Marisol. "I heard she's adorable." For a butch bitch, she's a doll." Is she there?" asked Marisol."Nah. She's at the library studying. I kind of waited for her to leave." Is she jealous?" asked Phil."Maybe. I don't. The pictures of us mostly naked and harnessed while performing hard labor pulling carts with clips and bells on our most intimate body parts made them chuckle. I do not think they could have been shocked by the photos. They were streetwise and jaded by living in a world of drugs and prostitution for years.The entire family seemed to think what were doing was silly but none of them seemed entirely shocked that we would be doing it. I think they also assumed that white people often did things. CeCe nodded, a little too quickly. "Yeah, I am. Can I ask you something else, Mr Marius?" Go on." What if you liked them besides their looks? Or if you felt protective over them, like you'd take a bullet for them or something."CeCe said nervously.Mr Marius frowned. "That wouldn't be a crush, CeCe, that would be love."CeCe's mouth went dry. "Love? Like, love..?" her eyes widened as she had an epiphany.She didn't just like Rocky, she loved her. She was in love with her. Head over heels in love. Linda’s reply was ‘yes’. And there followed an eerie silence as what had been said sunk in to one and all. Everyone had a drink as they contemplated what the girls had said and agreed.‘Okay’, I said, ‘what do we do now’? A good question since none of us had done this before.Finally Joanna suggested that George and Linda go to one bedroom and she and I would go to another. They went first and we followed shortly after, fortunately the two rooms didn’t have a common wall, so we couldn’t hear what.