"She'd been nodding along until the final sentence, when she frowned. She looked down at her plate, and then scooped up some more egg. She paused, jus... before putting it in her mouth."So tell me about Monday night."I sighed, but decided to let her change the subject. I took a deep breath and a sip of coffee."Well, you know the basics. Lisa and I went out to dinner and ended up back at your place." Yes, she said she really enjoyed the evening." Her eyes danced and I knew she was referring to. ." Food about twenty minutes after I start the Pasta," I said.She giggled, "I should be grateful I get a higher priority than food!"I frowned, as if in thought, "I guess that would depend how hungry I got..."She stifled another giggle, "you're treading a dangerous path, mister!"I released her, tilted her face up to look at me... "I know; and so are you," I remarked seriously, and kissed her gently. "Go, kick your shoes off and relax; I'll get the pasta cooking, and bring a glass of wine in to. ‘Let’s call it a request.’ He stretches eager and she flows wet beneath their clothes of social convention. They shed them easily, each trying to undress the other, but urgency demand they finish undressing themselves until they have nothing left between them except the open indulgences of each other. They fall expectant to the floor, she on her back, he kneeling astride her legs. He relishes the form of this woman he will soon enter, letting her see the full form of the man about to enter her.. They had often stayed up until the wee hours, discussing their dreams, their futures. And of course... guys. Though Lana later learned about a year after graduation that someone had told her they'd heard Lucy was bi-sexual.Though somewhat surprised at hearing that, it did shed a little light on one or two conversations they'd had. As well as an evening that she and Lana had spent together that had left her wondering about for years.She remembered that particular night very clearly. They'd been.