You worked your job all these years and maybe made a trip twice a year and now it is every god damned week. And that isn't even the worst of it. Do yo... realize that on your last five trips you have told me when you would be back only to call me the day before I expected you home to tell me that you had to stay longer? Right now I am thanking God that I never let you talk me into quitting my job. At least it gives me something to do with my time. It keeps me from having to sit here in this house. The words just rolled off my tongue without a second of mental preparation, "I want you to fuck me Madeline."The round, not unattractive, face looked amused before she barked at Sheryl, "Does she agree to the rest?"I could feel my friend behind me, her breasts and hips pressing into me and I swooned with heated passion. This has never happened to me before and of course it shocked me but it also caused me to rethink my beliefs on homosexuality. At another time, of course.In my ear, Sheryl. They talked for hours on end about their lives and dreams. Jackson felt so comfortable around her that he was at ease that he made the right choice. After a few glasses they were buzzed. "Damn, I gotta get some sleep. Gotta do some charity work tomorrow." he told her. "I am glad that you enjoyed dinner." she said to him. It was great. Good night Cat." he said and went off to bed and she finished thalast of her wine and went to her new room. The next two weeks went by with her maintaining the. He understood the longing she felt for the dances of her native land, the old country...but it had been hundreds of years since she had seen the mountains of Transylvania, and everyone was dead and everything she knew died with them. Then, something akin to a clap of thunder in her brain sounded and she dropped to her knees as an actual clap of thunder sounded in the heavens. She pressed her palms to her temples as the sky began to cry, "Igor..." It was almost as if the mentioning of his name.