. I tried to settle back into my original routine of eating at the café. I went so far as to return to my original breakfast of waffles and coffee. W...at did I care if I lived longer if I was condemned to be alone? My aunt finally spoke to me. ‘What did you do? I thought you were both in love.’ ‘I was,’ I said, quietly. ‘I was.’ I was. After I went home, I laid on the sofa, my arm over my eyes, wondering just what had happened. I didn’t go in the next day which caused an angry phone call from. I ... I think that I might love Heather this deeply too ... Ooooh, I can’t wait to make love to her alone so that we can find out!” she said with excitement at the possibility.“I know that you do and that when you guys make love together alone, you’ll both be bursting with it just like we did,” I told her as I turned her around so that I could wash her back. “Wash me after, Babe. I’m starving for some pancakes.”Tingle.“Okay,” she sighed contentedly.We pulled out of the driveway, and I headed. Her light touch immediately set my 'light sleeper' on fire, pushing up against the material of my loincloth. Her hand continued its course along my thigh then moved up to my abs and chest. She was loving her journey tracing her fingers through the ridges of muscle there—my lust become almost painful. My own hand found her thigh and I savored her almost frictionless soft skin and loved the feeling of the firm muscle beneath; I later found out she was a gym instructor. We kissed there, touching. We tolerated Charlie only because he was Veronica's husband. Barbara called him "an insufferable ass, a stereotypical overbearing insensitive male shit." That summed him up nicely. We both liked Veronica, who was a sweet and loving woman. She was the best friend Barbara ever had.Charlie, a salesman, was often out at night. Those evenings Veronica spent with us, joining us for dinner and staying until bed time. With each evening Veronica spent at our home, the three of us drew closer.Sometimes.