Every passing second felt like a hellish eternity and she fought back tears of utter frustration and helplessness as time slowed to a crawl.She tried ...o keep calm, used breathing techniques from yoga, but the minutes dragged out like a knife and it felt like a rioting city was pushing against her body form the inside. And then the sense abated. For a moment she felt utter relief, but then she felt the warmth on her thighs, smelled the salty, earthy scent and heard the piddle on the tile. She. " She cleared her throat. "Well, if you wrote your book for me, then I wrote this for you." "I can't wait." Luke smiled. Emma took another breath and willed her hands and voice to be steady as she played. It wasn't much of a song; she had thought it best to start simple. She'd even laughed at herself, thinking that it wasn't as though she was trying to run a marathon. Still, she'd gone for an easy melody and hadn't driven herself crazy with the words either, she just let them flow. She played a. Not so rare perhaps, and in my view, the single one-nighter bisexual girl does not really qualify as a unicorn.Is it possible then, for such a girl to form a completely closed and permanent relationship with a couple, living together and as though all three were married to each other? Well, yes, perhaps as rare as a unicorn or hen’s teeth, but believe me, it happens, it can work, and my life is a complete joy as a result.I am that girl.I live with Jacky and Joe, and our relationship together is. I was headed north on I-81 before nine.I pulled into my driveway just after noon while my wife, Brooke, wasn't expecting me home before dark. I was grinning to myself about how surprised she would be as I opened the front door.I noticed several things immediately. First, the aroma of Brooke's special recipe cake frosting filled my nostrils. Then I saw the door to the laundry room, which was to the left of the kitchen, was wide open. Inside that room were what appeared to be two small.