"I wanted to ask Kaylee why we didn't date but decided not to. Thememories were a bit blurred, shifting, as if not quite set in stone.She looked at me... surprised. "Really, you dated your ex-wife? I didn'tknow she swung that way."I could see that she too seemed to have trouble remembering. "I didn'teither until now. Didn't last that long...not that my marriage to her dideither."Kaylee gave my hand a squeeze, before changing subjects. "So, now tellme, girlfriend. What do you think of. Truly. It’s an honour to know my portrait will soon be hanging beside such amazing women,’ I offered, ‘And I’ll give everything I have to meet your expectations of me.’ I could’ve told them I’d got a place at Oxbridge and they’d not have looked prouder. I’d sucked Mr Parslow for about half an hour. We started in the garden with me on my knees as he stood gallantly beside his lawn mower, then did a bit more whilst I sat, spread legged at the patio dining table with Mrs Parslow voraciously. “Yeah, I loved it too. It was so nice waking up next to you.” I turned to Kyle and gave him a quick kiss. “It was great having sex in the morning too. We get to fuck after Mom and Dad leave, but it’s better waking up together and doing it.”Kyle chuckled and said, “I think you have a one-track mind. Don’t you think of anything except sex?”“I think about other things too, Kyle. I think about golf, school, our friends, our relationship, and many other things. It’s just I love you and sex, so. Everyone will know.” He pulled my hip against his in an overtly familiar gesture that no one could miss.“Everyone already knows,” he whispered back. “I won't do more than this, at least not out here, unless you want me to. But every one of these guys checking you out knows I'm fucking you.” Tears came without sobs, just slow emotional spills. I wanted this, but I didn't want it. I wanted them to know but I'm terrified of them knowing. I'm just a silly confused girl in a lot of ways. I'm nothing.