"Glory, I'm sorry — I really am! I was so excited and wanted to share my love with you — don't hate me, please?" I quietly pleaded."Winston, I don...t hate you — I've been fighting feelings for you for a while, and you brought them up every time you grabbed me at school. I don't have to hold back anymore, but I can't tell anyone about this, can I?" Glory, as far as I'm concerned, you can tell anyone you want. I love you and I have for a long while. It took seeing your butt in the hallway about. Clothed in a pair of shorts and a t-shirt, much like Kristina, she sat on the couch, and stretched her legs out.I looked at her, looking not the least bit awkward or uncomfortable, considering what we'd just done, and said, "I think I maybe should clean up and get dressed."Emily looked at me and said, "Sure. Kristina and I can hang out here until you come back. We can chill and watch a movie or something."I left the room, and headed into the bathroom. I turned on the shower, got the water. Instead, Rena pulled Chrissy up against her, using her little tittie as a handle, and kissed her. This was no sisterly kiss, but a wet, deep, aggressive kiss.Chrissy almost struggled for a second, then kissed back, sliding her little hands down over Rena's ass and flattening her body against her. They kissed like that for quite a few seconds, then Rena pulled away and looked over at me."We shouldn't do that," she said to Chrissy. "Poor Donnie is going to feel left out."I smiled."My sentiments. Years of hard work, making a name for myself in the advertising industry had finally paid off. As the youngest Senior V. P. in the agencies history I was way ahead of the game. Combine that with a move from dreary NYC to LA as a successful, highly paid bachelor and it's easy to see why all was well with my life.Every day seemed like another day in paradise. Beautiful weather, a commute in the company helicopter from my home in Newport Beach to our offices in LA, membership in the best tennis.