" Geez, that's eleven, twelve years ago," I added."Yes and she's just gotten herself off ever since. Well, except for a woman friend she just told me ...bout. Seems that our neighbor is bi-, another thing we have in common."I knew from the first time I met Lynn all these years ago that she was bisexual, after all, I met her with her girlfriend so it was pretty apparent from the start. Over the years, Lynn has had some girlfriends and there have been a few that we've had threesomes with, so it's. Whom I feel a bit (or a lot?) in love with and who ultimately let me down. The sex was fantastic. The first time we fucked, he used a condom. But within a few date nights, he talked me into going bareback. He had been test earlier, but that had been a few months earlier. I had no idea how many men he had fucked, but I knew he did not bottom. Plus, as I said, I was falling in love with him, so when he suggested bareback, it did not take long to convince me to slip his big, beautiful, mushroom. He was an awkward story teller, hardly able to make himself understood, but in his mind, this is what he remembered.Another March storm. His doorbell rang. On the stoop stood a coated figure, a young woman. With a start he recognized her, Katy, a colleague at work, a work friend, his mind amended. The shock of the unexpected had made his mind slow, what was she doing here? Behind her snow fell in large plentiful flakes. Everything was coated by a wet blanket, still thin. She looked up at him.. He shut the heavy blue book and lay his forehead on it, his head turning side to side. He was the one who was stupid. He was the one who should be on trial. It was all an accident, he would swear that, swear it on his mother’s grave. He never meant it to go as far as it did. But it happened so quickly, and so easily. At the time he didn’t even realize what was happening. How could they blame him? It could happen to any man. Her name was Faruza. She had been away from home for four months.