I called it 'her' bedroombecause they often sleep there and I have to curl up on the floor of awalk-in closet nearby, close enough to hear them if the... wake up and havemore sex. On the nights when Cannon isn't there, I am allowed to sleepalongside the bed on a fluffy doggie bed on the floor. At those timesI'm dressed in particularly showy lingerie with creative touches added,like ribbons tied around my wrists and ankles, a big bow under my chin,or my hair tied up with strands of colorful. She lay on her stomach with her head facing the window. She had left the window open and a breeze drifted in, stirring the wavy brown locks that curled down her back and across her shoulders. The moonlight that streamed in glinted in her hair and cast a soft glow on her sleeping form–the single white sheet that covered her, twisted around her waist. He could feel the tension ease out of his neck, the worry for her slip away. Suddenly grinning, he walked over to the bed and sat on the edge. He. “Hey, Gath,” she said, her tone quiet.“Hey, Bong,” he returned, nodding toward the DOC. “Another disagreement over the concluding resolution?”“It’s like you’re psychic or something,” she confirmed, checking a few boxes. “Apparently he and his bunkmate do not agree on the issue and forgot how to use their words to come to an accommodation on the matter.”“A lot of that going around these days,” he remarked sadly. It really was a sad state of affairs for what was widely considered the most. Our relationship, in a good sense, is going to get more complicated. You are the best electronic engineer I know and I really depend on you. At the same time, I think I can see requirements you may not."Assuming we are developing a polyamory, I think we help define safe spaces for each other. Catherine, I know I feel exceptionally free from tension with you. Is there anything like that on your part?" Maybe. I've realized how much I've had my family's sabotage floating around in my head. This is.