But she was too upset by the expression she had seen on his face, and just slid down to the floor and contemplated what she had done, pretty certain i... had likely finished their marriage.She didn’t know how long she sat there with the water cascading over her, but it didn’t seem more than a few minutes, and Dave returned. She saw his shape through the fogged up glass, she clamped her eyes closed, too scared to look and see expression on his face. Even with her eyes closed she saw his shadow. I trusted him to not drop me, though his body was shaking just as hard as my own. “I have wanted you for so long Hannah,” my brother moaned in my ear as he kissed his way down my cheek, his lips seeming to take forever to find themselves against my own. Once our lips locked fire ignited. My skin which had been hot before was now growing to a point where I wanted to scream. His skin was like hot coals breaking through my skin and exposing every ounce of passion and desire that I held. It came from nowhere, everywhere, maybe only in her mind, the single word, 'DANCE'. The sound resonated through her mind, through the (room?), through her body and she felt it. Unknowingly, her arms started to move away from her covering her body, her hips started to gyrate, her whole body started to sway to an unknown, unheard, non-existent music. With each movement of her body, her fervour for freedom grew. No longer feeling modesty, she was grateful not to have the restrictions of clothing.. Hi, I'm Linda; Susan and I have been reading what Mark has been writing. I don't mind him telling our story. He has of course changed all the names. I would caution the readers, that while it sounds like it is all fun and games, it took real commitment on all our parts to make this work. But on the other hand, for someone like me who is bi-sexual, our arrangement is perfect. Again, this is more because of Mark and Susan, than anything I do. Mark has asked us both to write about our favourite.