’ He felt as though he had been hit in the gut with a sledgehammer. ‘Oh shit, I’m sorry, Anna,’ he murmured. All he could think to do was hold...her, rocking gently, while caressing her hair and kissing her ear, the back of her neck, anywhere he could reach, really. She was so soft in his arms, yet the niggling thought kept returning, ‘I thought they had broken up. Why is she so upset about a guy who left her?’ He wanted to understand, having decided months ago that he loved her. ‘I’m sorry,’ she. I had let that happen a couple of times in the past and it didn't normally end well.Of course there was the other side too. What did Grace want? I knew relatively little about her really, but how well can a person say they really KNOW someone. I know that we all think we have super human powers of perspective and intuition that will let us know the real deep down core of another person. In reality, most of that is just so much Horse Hockey ... Most of the time we are left to going with our gut. The soft warm flesh. I twisted around to face her. My right arm rested now on her left leg. We faced each other. Our eyes locked. Her lips touched mine once again, or was it more. I think maybe that it was more. Her lips were pressed against mine. It lingered, and as she pulled away, her lips began to open. They spread as saliva tipped them off. Kiss after kiss. Wet lips made wetter be her tongue slipping in and out of mine. Our mouths sealed into one full kiss. We were connected in a way that. I guess eight or nine months."Laura felt relieved. At least he wouldn't be walking in on them. He lived elsewhere.She and April made small talk. April cooked, and they had a nice dinner, though Laura had little appetite. Being alone with April, in private, where anything could happen, made her very excited sexually. The more she looked at April-her lovely, smooth black neck, her wide, gleaming forehead, her sensual lips, her small high breasts under her shirt, and of course her round, alluring.