There was a special chemistry between us that made him impossible to forget. I still felt like an outcast at school, having been labeled a "whore" by ... lot of girls after the story got out about me cheating on Steve. My friends stayed true to me, but I felt isolated from many of my classmates and found myself watching Easy A a lot, as I identified with the modernized Scarlet Letter stigma. Brad and I would occasionally SnapChat pictures to each other of our private parts and I would usually. The night fell and we adjourned to bed. Derwen and Mercedes cuddled me with silent tears, not wanting me to leave. A single candle burned in the corner, I swallowed hard, settling my gaze on the expanded bellies of my loves. They were important women in my life, our precious babies growing stronger and larger each day. I lingered on each of their words and kisses, touching them in the darkness. Their shoulder length hair rained on my chest with soft swipes as they took turns dangling a breast. It was a mutual decision and neither of us were the least bit sorry about it. After 12 years, we still were content with each other. That was until just about 6 months ago.I noticed little things. Those things that you take for granted and never think twice about. Like our Saturdays. We liked to sleep in late on Saturday and then get up just long enough to fix a couple of sandwiches and some soft drinks and then we would run back to bed and just lay around until late afternoon, reading, maybe. Then she reached up and ran theback of her hand over my thick pubic bush. "This will have to go." Inodded.She stood up and looked me over carefully, motioning me to turn."Slowly, I want to study your body." I turned slowly, my eyes closed.I had never been so excited. The pain in my nipples was delicious.After a minute or two, she told me I could stop. "You have an incrediblybeautiful body. I want to photograph you extensively. I want you to worknude in the garden. Will you?"I.