I’m holding Jay’s hand.“You’re awfully quiet for a newlywed. Regrets?”“No. Unless I forced you into something. Did I, Jay? I mean, I sort ...f...”“Sort of what?”“Sort of premeditated...”“Seriously?”“Yeah. I guess I did.”“How?”“Jay, you’re good to me. You’re my friend. All those nights you’d call me and we’d talk, I just sort of figured it out. When you offered me that job with you in Missouri, I sort of thought that it was your way of getting us together, and that’s what I wanted. Us. Together.. In true British fashion, we would have shaken hands on the deal, had we not been so encumbered by our purchases.xxxxxxxWe reached the house and had to ring the street bell, as in our haste we had forgotten to take the keys with us. Julie came down to let us in, her hair still wet from the shower; and for Hamish's benefit, she did her famous impression of the desert traveller dying of thirst, until we gave her the milk to carry upstairs."Thank god for that! You know I can't operate as a human. The warm stream of water poured from the shower head, splashing her face and soaking her hair, spilling over feminine curves and disappearing between the bubble shaped cheeks of her bottom, slippery hands and curious fingers roaming over smooth skin, probing and exploring, groping and searching, infusing the delicate curves of her neck with warm kisses of affection, blowing in her ear and sweeping his tongue from the base of her neck, marking a sensuous trail over her shoulders, lifting her. It wasn’t real? But it was! A few other humans also shared the existence of the sisters. I could anchor on that fact because the dairy owners had long experienced them, everything that is except the sensual parts. In that I was a chosen one, outside of Lilly’s love for her guys. Yes, a chosen one but quite different than the old brain washing of parochial school. Perhaps if I had been older, more experienced, I would have pondered more deeply about the realm the sisters inhabited. Later in life.