Rather his look was as if I just bent and broke his favorite golf club or hurt him in some other way. He stared off for a long time, collecting his th...ughts I believed and then he just blurted out, “so whom have you been fucking?” He surprised me. I faked insult, how could he say such a thing? But he insisted. He knew I was different. He began to explain how he noticed me more joyful around the house, almost acting like our teenage son. He also said he would come home and find me naked in bed.. Deal the cards Nick. John said. Nick dealt the cards. We looked them over and made our discards and drew what we needed. Finally, it was time to flip the cards. John had to flip first. I wish I could say it was a real nail biter and we both had really high hands, but the truth is Johnny had nothing and I had a pair. The bottom line is, I won&hellip, again. I didnt know what to do at that point. Somehow, I hadnt expected it to go that far. Johnny did though. I know NOW that he had planned it. I felt good and complete somehow, and the confusion disappeared the way it always does when I'm having sex with someone I love. It was the in between that was hard, I thought. When I was looking at the possibilities, trying to decide between Jane and Mr. Sawyer and Levi and whoever else wanted me. Was I a lesbian? Was I a fag? Was I both or neither, or something else altogether?Why did I care? Why couldn't I just be me?I was cumming again and this time Steve was with me. My cunt was clasped. ‘What’s gone?’ he asked. ‘My swimsuit bottom,’ Ann said. ‘I can’t find it!’ ‘No problem,’ he said and arched into the water. Ann watched him swim under water, searching. He surfaced, then went down again. Finally, he was knifing toward her, still submerged. She felt his hands on her thighs, he kissed her on the vagina, then he surfaced, smiling, and placed the tiny scrap of cloth that made up the bottom of her suit into her hand. ‘Thank God!’ Ann said. ‘I couldn’t imagine how I’d have gotten.