Whatever it was, Michelle seemed to enjoy being around him a bit more than she had before, which pleased me. My illusion of normalcy was shattered aga...n Sunday morning after breakfast. I’d made sourdough corn fritters, an occasional treat. After the dishes were done, Michelle told me that Shaun had asked if she could come over for the day and that night. I told her it was fine with me, that I hoped she’d enjoy herself. I knew she would. She’s told me that whenever she’s at his house, most of. “Can we get up and look without …without …letting go ?”, suggested Mindy“Let’s try”, said RuthBoth women, hands fully inserted in each other’s trousers, stood up slowly at the same time and both strained their neck to look at the sleeping bag.“We should have thought of that before”, said Mindy seriously.“Thought of what ?”, asked Ruth puzzled.“Thought of sitting close enough to have a look without having to get up”, stated Mindy seriouslyRuth burst out laughing. “You asshole”, she cried.Both. She tried hard. She came to him as often as she could, and they even made love; but he sensed a kind of sorrow in her that he had not felt before. He tried to forget what she had said, but could not. They spoke rarely on the phone by this time; only to set up meetings, and when she called to cancel. They emailed more than they called, and that was just for news, to keep in touch. Sometimes he cancelled too. He grew to dread their meetings as much as crave them, fearful of what she might say, of. "I sucked that tonight," she whispered. She looked at his face. "And then you put it in me."He started to say he was sorry again, but like she knew what he was going to say, she leaned over and lay half on top of his chest, putting one finger across his lips."All the way up in me," she whispered, her eyes only two inches from his.She moved her finger and kissed him gently again, pulling back."And I loved it!" she mouthed.Then she kissed him again ... long and hard.When they went back.