Shifts at work for both Emma and I were swapped or foregone as she accompanied me to my performances, and I finally began introducing her to many of m... school colleagues. “This is my partner, Emma,” I would introduce her: “girlfriend” sounded too juvenile and ephemeral to me, suggesting we were just two teens mucking around. “Partner” had the sound of solidity, a thing that could endure.“Ah, so she does actually exist,” or words to that effect, was the response from my colleagues. Yes, here she. It was my bed.Mikey and I had been friends since primary school, been through school and college together. We had lived and supported each other through both our parent’s divorces, been on holiday with each other’s families. We were like brothers but, even so, now we were in our twenties the two beds seemed odd. Especially as they had a third room that I could have used.We did talk much when we entered the room, Mikey had already said he was tired so we just stripped to our boxers and went. No animals would sleep in my room with me, to seeing a male presence standing in my doorway. He appeared more to me when I lived by the graveyard. There is not a day goes by where I cannot remember everything he says, or how he touches me. He is the inspiration to my stories. Stopping by my favorite coffee place I grab my coffee and head over. Opening the doors my boss is already there in his office with the blinds closed. Sitting down in my desk I load my computer logging on and reviewing the. We women need to have time to plan it, not to mention that we need to find more wives for Mark. Can we talk about something other than politics and war for the moment? I want some time alone with Mark, too, if you don't mind," Flora responded between kisses."You have things to do, eh?" he teased his daughter in a way that most fathers in my world would have found shocking."Don't worry, when Mark is busy with other women, you'll get your turn with me," she reassured her father in a clearly.