....my lady and I start off with placing a posting on a few adult site and C.L. casual encounters looking for a bi couple, atleast the guy being bi. I...m a very orally bi top guy, my lady says she isn't bi but she has played with a few women.Well after emails and chatting with several couple we narrow it down to one. Just to make sure everyone is a match we have a little meet and greet, dinner and drinks. A few days later the couple email, wanting us to come over that following weekend. Jumping. "Sure. Why?" Last time here." What do you mean?" I'm not sure. I can see us, but not here. I don't understand." That's okay. Don't push. Do you want to visit the nungungi?" Yes. Monday or Tuesday. Our last visit." Right. He said that last time." Gramps coming soon." And he went inside. I followed, wondering what it all meant.Mum and Weena were in the kitchen with Sarah asleep on Weena's shoulder."So how are you, really?" I asked."As I said, older. But I guess I'm alike and functioning. Your dad. ” “Of course I trust myself,” I said, walking past him and into the house, trying to muster as much confidence as possible. He offered me a seat at the dining table in the kitchen, sitting opposite me, a glass of wine waiting in front of me. “So what lies did you tell Bryan this time?” he asked. I hated his tone of voice, very derisive and taunting. He was making fun of me and he was making fun of my husband. It immediately set me on edge. “Do you have no decency at all?” I asked. “Bryan. This guy was no actor. I was certain that this was the first time he'd heard about Sarah's death.I extended my hand. "Grab it," I said. "Why don't you get off the floor, sit down, and let's talk."He was staring at me, as though deciding whether he should trust me. Finally his hand came forward and I pulled him up. A moment later he was sitting in a chair. I tossed him my handkerchief and he used it to blot the blood streaming out of his nose. And then I waited. Until he'd gotten everything.