Once I had pulled a heavy, black, vinyl-clad album from the end-table andlaid it in my lap, our daughter squealed with delight. "Ooooo! Familypictures..." I really hadn't thought of it before, but I guess you could say Becky isa part of the family." How's she related?"Even though I knew Angie was a smart little girl, I was still surprisedby her question. Fortunately, as always, Margaret stepped in, just when Ineeded her. "Why don't you let Daddy show you the photos first, then wecan start telling. "No," Tom decided."Leave them on."For some reason, the idea of her keeping a couple of clothes on amused him.Once Leah had put the wrist cuffson herself - a tricky feat - Tom made her put the ankle cuffs on him, which served to confound her expectations for the second time that evening.Shesoon found out the reason when Tom stood up, took off his jumper, and told her to lie on the floor on her back, a cushion under head and underher bottom.Hestood behind her head and bent down to join together. "Are you two going to get dressed or not?" "Tell me you want to have a threesome with her, Dwight," I whispered. "All I have to do is say, 'Go.'?" I nodded and kissed him again. "Go." "I love you." "I love you too, babe, now go get her." I nonchalantly went back to her again. As I got closer to her, she shook more and more and backed away. After a few seconds, she walked behind her desk. "What, do I scare you, Tiffany?" I pondered, stopping in front of her desk. "I saw checking out my husband's. With all that we had talked about over the past few weeks, I didn’t think there would be much left to say. I was pleasantly surprised. Being with Kylie was like having an endless list of things to talk about. Some mundane, some meaningful, but all of it heightened by her acerbic wit and surprising insights. We avoided the topic of our respective significant others, and I was thankful for it. I didn’t need to be reminded of what we were doing. I just wanted to enjoy myself, enjoy being out with.