I went upstairs and knocked on Sissy's door. She opened it and waved me in. I was surprised when she did this. "Can I talk to you?" I asked. "If it's ...bout last night, no, but I'll talk to you about other things." "I'll say this, I love you Sissy Walden." "I don't know if I can believe you Jerod. I thought you did but it looks like I was wrong." "No, you weren't wrong, I do love you and I didn't know how much until I after I went to bed last night. I'm hurting too Sissy, I'm hurting because I. I had been going to the library every Friday and Saturday night for the past three or four weeks to work with my partner on our masters project for our degree. Allen Finley was in the same program I was in and he and I had teamed up at the suggestion of our sponsoring professor. Allen was about my age and a pretty good looking guy in great physical condition and we got along great together. He had already been over to the house three or four times to relax with beer and chips watching football. I had died and gone to heaven, I was certain, or perhaps I was in a coma, and only having a dream. After the breakfast dishes were clean, Margaret invited us over for a swim, and once there, bathing suits were optional. In other words, we went skinny dipping. I kept admiring one lovely body, then the other. This was still such a new experience, I was aroused and embarrassed, all at the same time. I wanted to devour both women, yet at the same time, I was embarrassed that they could see my stiff. My stomach never went back to the way it was, it’s covered in silvery stretch marks and has lost its washboard appearance. My breasts are sagged and my nipples are large and dark, and my legs have varicose veins also from pregnancy. I always had to have the light off so Tom couldn’t see. I used to be so confident before Katy. I was obsessed with the gym and always took pride in my shape. Tom said he loved how firm and slender I was. Why would he still be attracted to me? I guess it made me.