As we sat on the sofa he said "What we did last time I couldn't get over it it was amazing" I said "And your back again", we smiled and I moved closer...to him. He looked embarrassed as he sat there in a T shirt and grey pants. As I moved closer I put my hand on his knee, he closed his eyes and sighed."Were you the only man available" he said "No I volunteered", I said "Good for you", and rubbed the inside of his thigh. As I was rubbing him his head fell back and he gasped, he parted his thighs. ”“No, Joyce told me that she wasn’t going to put up with, and I quote, ‘my bullshit’, any more, and basically told me to get my head on straight before I called her, or don’t bother calling her again.”“Good for her! I think I’ll change my opinion of her. She’s right, you know. Nobody should put up with your bullshit. I don’t know why Jennifer does. Or I did, for that matter. It’s time for it to stop. And I’m not kidding.”I looked at her for a moment. Was she telling me what to do?“Why do you. As Earth grew in our viewing window we paid our respects to a departing space liner and skirted one of the unimaginably huge 'freighters' waiting patiently above the Earth before we slipped down to our cottage in New England. Even from our cottage, the vast freighter could be seen like some secondary moon as it held a geo-stationary position prior to delivering a fraction of its cargo to some space dock near New York. Passports and immigration controls had long since been made redundant, as. And with that we layed together in silence then fell asleep. The next morning, he woke me up by trying to get off the couch without waking me. I sat up, found my clothes right beside me, got dressed and went to get some coffee. I was sore, but i didnt dare show it. I walked into his small little kitchen where he was drinking his coffee at the sink. There was already a cup on the counter, so i took it and poured my coffee. I added a ton of peppermint creamer that he had next to his coffee pot.