." And you know that..." she paused and blushed slightly, "that Patty and I have been lovers." I thought we were talking about with, like, another cou...le. Is she going to want to be... uh, with just me, or with us? What about Morton?"Collette looked at him seriously. "I love Patty. I want to help her be happy. But if you and I are together... if she wants to be alone with you... I don't think that would be a good idea."Bobby gave her a reassuring smile. "Then it won't happen." Good answer! What. So cutting to the chase and the stuff we all like, I agreed to go to his home after a couple of weeks of emails and a few phone calls. It was a cold Monday evening in January and as I walked up to the front door I wondered would I turn around and walk away or go in and see what might happen. Rang the bell and he answered and much to my pleasure we was just what he had described himself to be. He was tall, nice looking full head of graying hair and a smile that was very welcoming.We sat on. It drove him crazy, and they loved it. He called himself the Vanilla in between the Strawberry and the Chocolate… those became his pet names for blonde Deborah and ebony Val. It quickly became their custom that the coin toss winner brought him a bowl of Neapolitan, while the other cleared away the dishes and disappeared for the night. They laughed when they recalled the week that Val had used a trick quarter to win every toss for four visits in a row. Deborah recalled how frustrated she had. She was young, even younger than Sofia. Was it right to pour all the pent-up emotion out here, to her? On both my visits, Karin had offered support without asking for anything in return, simply by being by my side. Yes, she had twice offered herself to me, but it had been done in a subtle, loving way that asked for nothing.I struggled with the situation because every time I looked at Karin, I saw Birgit. When she spoke, I heard Birgit. When she touched me, I felt Birgit touch me. That was part.