?Rise?The woman then ran her fingers through her hair, and then stopped to make some notes. ?The hair seems thick enough that growing it long shouldn...��t be a problem.?Turn again.?Her hands automatically rose as she stood to meet behind her head once again.?Face me.?The woman made a couple of more notes, and then put the end of the leash on a hook. She pulled out her cell phone and made a call ?Initial inspection finished. Let’s get the rest in here.?For the next 90 minutes, a series of people. My hand is rubbing my chest and my cock. I imagine it is you. Then, as I close my eyes, there you are. You sneak up beside the bed and run your hand under the blanket. At first I am startled, shocked. I look up and can see your smile in the light from outside. OMG, I have wanted this for so long but -- now? here? What the hell!! You lean over and kiss me. We are very aware of her presence, asleep next to us; very cautious, very nervous. You move your fingertips over my nipples. Damn. It was nice waking up in my own bed for a change. I stretched and luxuriated in the feel of Riley’s soft skin pressed against me before slipping out of bed. I showered, dressed, and was having coffee in the kitchen when Riley stumbled out of bed. “God, I can’t believe you get up this early,” she grumbled and took the steaming cup I offered. “You want to ride home with me or stay here?” I asked, sipping my coffee, “No, I’ve got to go home so I can get ready for work tonight. I’ll go throw on. Would I be a spurned lesbian? A manipulative liar? A nutjob? None of those options sounded like another job offer would be forthcoming.More than losing my job, though, I dreaded losing Melinda. She was smart and funny, tough as hell at work but tender and vulnerable when we were alone. I didn’t know the name for what we were, but whatever we were, we were close, closer than I’d ever been to anyone.So, when she told me one night—while I cuddled next to her on her couch—that she was taking me to.