And then there were four hands. Out of the corner of my eye I saw her twin. But no, not her twin, her mother. She too was kissing on me all over. She ...oved around and traded off kissing with Christy. Sometimes she even kissed Christy instead of me. We shared each other, kissing and touching. The two pulled me up the stairs and over to a pallet that had been prepared ahead of time. It was in the shade of the house and partially secluded. The three of us lay on it and got comfortable. I took one. And she was so simply beautiful. She smiled at me as she kicked off her shoes and said, ‘I have to use the bathroom.’ I watched her hips sway as she walked down the hall away from me. And I thought of the few moments I had spent in sexual union with her and how utterly accepted I had felt in those moments. That was the deep subtext of sexual activity, I realized: the longing to be accepted unconditionally by another. That was why I never wanted those moments to end. And perhaps we wouldn’t ever. I think I will sample a few more before I settle down. Iam getting close to completing my research and have got more than halfway through my write up. The messages that I am getting are that it islooking good and, if I don't cock up, there is funding for me to go onand do a doctorate at Exeter.I think the function of this Journal has been fulfilled. I am a happybunny now. All the traumas are passed and I am in a good place. I willhave one more session with the lab, but I think that they have. Where? i asked. To that nasty movie theater you want to go to! we decided to have a couple more beers before we went and i order some shots to get her feeling little braver. OK lets go the he said. This is going to be fun he told me, little did i know just how much fun. As we walked in we noticed there were only guys in there a few in the back sitting to gather and the rest were sitting alone. I can tell you that i was real nervous cause i would not let go of hy husbands arm. we sat down and.