Hmm, that makes it a little difficult to tell people how we met. Maybe we should dream up an alternate story?" I rather like the real story, Alex," as...she pulled me by the hand to her bed as she swept back the covers. She turned and we embraced again, now her hand gripping me firmly, both of us knowing what we wanted."Come, Andy, I'm relying on you once again," she said softly and got in on her back, spreading wide to accept me into her.As wonderful as sex has been with Alex, I wanted to give. If you do the latter, she'll dump you pretty fast, I think."Todd nodded, "Won't people think she's a slut and that I'm a cuckold?"I chuckled, "Let's see; slut is spelled S.L.U.T. S is for sexuality, and Summer is all of that. L is for loving, and she has more love inside her than this country displays on Valentine's Day. U is for understanding all that goes on to make good solid relationships; we're all working on that. Lastly, T is for tolerance, because in any relationship that's a critical. “Yes?” she replied in mock seriousness. I rolled off the chair and brushed against her body as I did so. I jumped straight up out of the water hooting with glee. Without aforethought, I jumped on Gillian pulling her under the water before regaining my footing. She retaliated by grabbing me by the neck and pushing me under again. Then she lifted me up. Now we were standing on the tips of our toes in shoulder deep water with our hands around. “Then write it down,” I said, “everything you can.”She didn’t answer, just nodded her head.“Come on,” I went on, “get dressed. I’ve got paper and a pen in my backpack, you can make a start. Just write down what you remember as you remember it. While you get started I’ll ring the woman in Chicago and arrange to go and see her.”I walked through to the other room, opened my backpack and pulled out a pad of A4 paper and a couple of pens. When I got back, Cal had begun to get dressed, and I dropped.