" You do?" she said, sniffling. She looked confused and somehow relieved, serious and confused at the same time. I reach down between us and cup her p...ssy, wet pussy mound, her panties so soaked her pee oozed between my fingers and made golden rivulets down her bare thighs, puddling on my tile floor. She shuddered against me."They're so wet..." she whispered in a hoarse, needy voice I'd never heard from her. She kissed me a little nervously. I flicked my tongue at her lips a little and she. “It’s nice to meet you both,” Jessica said. “You have a lovely daughter. Steve was kind enough to share her pictures with all of us.”“Thanks, Jessica. What year are you?”“I’m in my second year. Steve’s right. I want to be a surgeon. I observed Bethany’s surgery with other medical students and Steve. I just stopped in to see her and I’m glad to see that she’s doing OK. Steve, can I talk to you really quick?”“Sure,” I saidWe stepped out into the hall.“Fiancé?” she asked. “When did that happen? I. Not if you don't want to." Jesse's blue eyes snapped up to trap Maxie in his gaze and the bigger boy froze. Jesse pushed himself out of his shirt and ran his hands up under Maxie's own clothes, loving the deep rounded ridges of his muscles."Look at me. Do I look like I don't want it?" Maxie didn't need telling twice. He kissed Jesse, hard and fast, breaking contact only to rip his own shirt off over his head. The muscles of his shoulders rolled in the soft light from the kitchenette. They. There was no return address. I threw it into the fire so I would not pore over it, then spent stupid weeks trying to find significance in a book she had given me not long before: Wilde’s De profundis. So laugh, why don’t you? Why not? Beckett was right: Nothing is funnier than unhappiness. * * * What happened? Why did it end? I don’t know. Maybe I was too intense, perhaps I wanted a commitment for which Jane was not ready. Perhaps I smothered us, turning adventure into domesticity. Perhaps,.