‘The whoooooole weekend?’ She asked. ‘The whoooooole weekend.’ She gave me a big hug and wiggled her lips for a kiss. I lowered my cheek, and...then I turned and blew a raspberry against hers so she laughed and forgot about being scared. ‘Alright munchkin, let’s go home so you can see Daddy and eat dinner before you go to Grammy’s.’ She took my hand and happily skipped out of the building by my side. When we reached the downpour outside, I picked her up and ran, fastening her into her booster. Al was telling my mother how exciting she was and how he had missed her and did she remember all the good times they'd had as kids? And my mother replied: "Yes I do, especially when we used to go to the lake and masturbate to see who could come first. Do you recall that? Al? Wasn't that fun?" You always won, too," he said, "but I'll bet I'd win if we had a contest today." You're joking," said my mother. "You do a lot more fucking than I do so I'm always on edge and you're always spent. That's. You've just promised to take me out to dinner and so I'm getting ready. You watch me as I change from my everyday jeans and a tee shirt. I slowly take off my shirt and pants so you can get an eye full of my almost naked body. You try to take the rest of my clothes off but I stop you and say that you'll get to see the rest soon enough. Soon you're in a tux and I am in a little black dress that doesn't leave much to the imagination. While you're driving us to the restaurant, I ask you if you can. We’re not exclusive.”“And he didn’t mind sharing you during this visit?” Dave teased.Tan said, “He’s not possessive. We’ve even talked about that. He wants an equal in a relationship.”“And you’re that equal?”“Yeah, I hope so. My parents would go ape shit to know that I’ve fallen in love with a Caucasian, but tough; it’s not their life. It’s mine, and I love Bjorn. Nat is pretty special, too; but we’re seeing how that develops. After seeing how you live here, we’re both thinking that a M-M-F.