He walked to the front door and knocked. I opened it, ushered him, then closed the door and locked it. When I turned around, he pressed himself into m... and kissed me.This was not a quick peck on the cheek or one of those tongues-and-spit exchanges you see in porn videos. He raised his right hand to the back of my head, ran his fingers into my salt-and-pepper hair and pulled me into his lips, pressing them against me, his tongue darting in and out flirtatiously. He pressed his body against mine.. I had my suspicions and now that we were back in the US, decided to pursue one or two of them. I called my number one suspect, Ray Ford, and told him I was alive and well and needed a place to stay for a day or two while I had some 'personal' things to attend to. I would take the silence on the phone to mean only one thing. He knew that I knew that he had been involved."Why don't you stay here 'buddy'? I have to be gone a day or two myself so there is plenty of room. Laura will 'take good care'. In my regular life, I don't like to be controlled in the sense that my significant other holds things over me or manipulates me, but in bed I like for someone else to have control.McKayla was always the dominant one in our sex life. I never minded because she had earned my trust. When she put a blindfold on me or tied me down, I never felt fear, or that I was going to be abused. There were so many things in McKayla's life that were bigger than she was—the Huntington's Disease for one, and later. Allison raised her voice slightly, "Jamie, we're finished here."Instantly the bubble started to grow and as it reached us I was back in Lizzy's arms, my shirt soaking up the slowly falling tears, my own tears falling on her hair.I hugged her tightly to me, kissed the top of her head, and whispered, "It's going to be okay, Lizzy."Allison stepped up close, hugged us both and said, "I think you two need to talk," she kissed us both on the nearest cheek and said, "I'll see you, in the morning.".