’ ‘Oh. So you’re majoring in game design?’ Oliver gave her a short nod then followed with, ‘So, uh, do you want some breakfast? I could make...some eggs.’ ‘That’d be nice. You don’t have to though.’ He didn’t even respond, he just grabbed the eggs out of the fridge along with some PAM and a frying pan to get started. April observed him closely for a little bit, trying to figure out what exactly was different about him, because there sure as hell was something. But she couldn’t put her finger on. I was in the wood shed today getting all sweaty and dirty as I had to find something to fill my mind-I imagined how we might be there ……………… It was a saturday afternoon .I knew you were coming over and decided that to keep occupied I would chop some wood and keep busy-already my mind was filled with thoughts of how later we would be and the night ahead was to provide untold and new pleasures as we got to know each others likes and desires-would you be wearing that black negligee or those. I know she does not know. Nor I encountered her erotic stories by chance. I immediately knew who wrote them.Rose looks lovely. Fine face, blond beauty and an atlethic attractive body from field hockey she plays as wellI know how hot she is from watching her come one evening.from close by my binoculars.This is how it started.Rose knows someone sometimes watches her from that attic. A strange tease to her, so she plays with it.I notice she closes her curtains by a bit and dims light before. We have our monogamous relationship with each other because it is a connection in our hearts that only we share. But in the wider context, we share that in polyamorous ways. For example, nowadays, we rarely have sex without our boyfriend Michael being involved. Teasingly, we made up rules for each other, in this case, that I'm not allowed to have sex with her vaginally anymore unless it is both me and Michael inside her vagina. So, every time I have penetrative sex with her now, I am sharing.