Mentioning the dislocation, I asked if the running track pants were new or old. She advised very new. I told her the ankle was swelling and the hospit...l would cut them off her. She looked at me in concern. Cathy advised they were only 5 days old and not cheap. I mentioned I could pull them off now, if she wanted to keep them and give her a blanket to cover herself. She agreed. Saying my underwear is new as well. Smiling, she smiled at me. I removed the track skin tight pants. I could see she. She kept telling me she loved me, but she was not a lesbian, and she really loved Daniel too. I was torn. I had not felt so strongly about a person, since Ben, and every time I heard her and Daniel fucking, I would get mad, and she knew it. So many times after Daniel was asleep, she would sneak into my room. She would crawl up the bed while pulling the covers off my body. Each time I would act like I was asleep. It pissed me off that she would fuck him then come to me. Then her soft lips would. "Delightful." Amy replied. As if she had come all the way across town to her best friend's house in the middle of the work day for just tea."I was worried it might be too hot. Or too bitter." Karen fretted. "I have sugar or ummm....honey." She finished lamely.Amy turned her head, faking a cough to avoid rolling her eyes. They'd been best friends for two decades, they'd shared everything- well almost everything -with each other and Karen still got all tongue tied when she needed to ask for help.. He would argue his pointfrom a safe distance. Not that she was dangerous, just that her greeneyes sometimes caught him off guard, bottomless, cool, soothing,reasonable. "These are your witch girl friends?" My sorority, yes."He smirked. She'd never used that phrase before. "You were in asorority?"Her tongue was a soft dish during kisses, but razor sharp when fullyconnected to her brain. "The term sorority dates back much further thanthe university system. They are my sisters, and yes, Wiccan.".