I was glad that I didn’t dream that night. I knew it was only a matter of time.On Friday, I woke up early as usual and swam laps, then showered and ...te breakfast with Stephanie. Our interactions had a completely new dimension. Everything was a prelude. Everything was an inexorable step towards a known destination. It was a freight train hurtling down the tracks.Joyce picked me up at 10:00am as planned and told me that we were headed to Loveland today. I was a bit surprised, but I remember she. Friend? More than that — much more. Maybe, a brother I never had. Then aloud, "I never thought I would hear you say that," he laughed as he grabbed a couple cokes and pushed the refrigerator door closed with his shoulder."There you go again with the funnies. I do get filled up on coffee on occasion."They both chuckled again as Dave put the drinks on the table and plopped down across from Jeff. "What about Frank and Margaret?" Dave asked with a leer. "Haven't seen them since breakfast." Maybe. "Maggie, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to..." Her eyes were soft, apologetic. James was still in shock from the contact, her eyes roaming over Mallory's figure, noting her long red hair, and having those same thoughts about running her fingers through it, that she had regarding Colin's long... The exhilaration of getting into a band, and a great jam session, combined with these new strong feelings of sexuality were almost overwhelming. James' legs felt weak, her body feeling soft all over, and. Plus if they did a really good job of fucking the wives it could include some regular service doing them. One could hope.But it would be tricky. There were so many rules to follow. The Storm was not exactly of this world requiring love and trust before experiencing it. That wasn’t to be had, realized easily for rotten souls and slutty wives, maybe.When I was a kid I was always in trouble, ideas of mine generated with my overly active imagination. I simply couldn’t keep myself from expressing.