Welp, I did not lock that door, there was a guy who had been watching us......lol. Cause as the other guy walked out still zipping up his pants, there...was another in the doorway. By this point, Im feeling pretty confident, Im figuring out, these guys want me. This guy, a black man, shorter than me, probably about 5'8, wearing a ballcap, and again, seems older mid 40's pushing 50 maybe. I hand him a paper towel, and I ask him, "Could you do me a huge favor and wipe that mess off my back." He. There have been a few trips elsewhere – Napa, Cabo San Lucas, the Bahamas.’ ‘I can see how that can be appealing,’ I said, surprised that a woman who lived rather frugally, if not gypsyish in a loft that felt more like a Pier One version of a Moroccan sultan’s tent than the guts of late 1920’s warehouse, would compromise her values. ‘We’re great friends and he treats and respects me better as a person, a woman, than any man ever has,’ she said. ‘He is my better. Well, at least my almost. “I’m not gay,” I replied. “They do know I’m bi, but they aren’t expecting me to have anyone over. I just want to make sure they’re okay that I did.”I walked out to the living room. Cate was there, holding one of the cats.“Hey there, Amos. How are you?” she greeted me.I walked over gave her a hug and decided I needed to be honest. “Fine. I need to let a guy out.”“Oh, you had a friend over? Let’s meet him.”“Not really that kind of friend. We just were, you know, screwing,” it finally came. "Paul said, "Can we talk to Lightweaver before we commit to be sure we're compatible and that such a connection is good for us."Stargazer came into our minds. Lisa said, "Yes to both. Would you like an appearance in light similar to Stargazer?"Linda said, "Yes. I would like that as a start."As she finished the sentence, a light appeared. "I am Lightweaver. Stargazer asked me to appear to you this way. Would you tell me your names?"Linda and Paul held each other. Lisa and I were holding each.