They entered the room where electricity came into the building. "Penelope, do you think we can get some electricians in here to do some modifications?... She appeared to be deep in thought as she looked at the door to the room. She grabbed her head and groaned."Thinking hurts Mr. Weeks. giggle How big are these elect... elec... erm... elec things anyway? giggle If we can get them in the door, they might fit in here. giggle" Mr. Weeks had a look of disgust on his face."Oh, I thought I was talking. We’d never professed out love for each other. We’d made no plans to meet again – or even to communicate by phone or in writing. Was our relationship over – as it clearly appeared to be? Had I ever really been in love with her, particularly since it developed on the rebound from Angie? If I loved her, how could I keep doing threesomes with Evie and Lori? That summer at the pool had been emotionally tempestuous. Was it possible that I’d actually loved and lost Angie mere days before falling in. My sweet niece was apparently still fond of her uncle, and the only thing that we regretted about our bond was her mother's absence. I had read of her mother's fantasies about me in her diary, which Shelby had shared with me under the explicit posthumous instructions of Marcy Swenson. I got the distinct impression that Shelby borrowed ideas liberally from it, given the coincidences at times.I fucked Shelby for several more minutes while Anton now plowed Tamara just as Max did. As for Max, Josie. He hoped, hope upon hope, that he’d know what to do, when he saw her next week, for he wasn’t sure what her reaction was going to be, when he got there. ‘Unless,’ he reasoned, ‘She decides not to see me at all, and lets me know that somehow.’ And that thought was a panic producing one all by itself. Tim occupied himself for the rest of that week, up to the weekend, with such an endless round of speculation produced by that one kiss. He had himself fairly tied up in knots and wasn’t sure what to.