Nor even angry. Just in pain, bereft, despairing.She lay back on her bed trembling, fists clenched against breasts. And in her abandonment, she ponder...d. She knew how she had got here. But, though she did not know how to escape, she knew what she wanted. She had wanted to, yearned to, for ages. And now, more than ever, she needed it – and now she was free.She thought again. Now, or another time? She had twenty-four hours before she had to go home. And then it would be harder, because too many. His eye wandering aimlessly over the patrons.She was wearing a dark red silk chemise. Her blonde hair framed her face perfectly. She and her companion chatted quietly but she allowed her eyes to wander the room.Their eyes met for an instant. She smiled quickly and he returned her smile by slightly raising his wine glass. Her eyes moved quickly back to her companion and then, as quickly, back to him. She nodded her head briefly and then shifted her position in the chair allowing him a full view. ..”“I know. She said there would have been time for her to get over it if she stayed here. Since there’s not...”“Me too?” Chandi murmured.“No Chandi,” said Joe. “She’s much more understanding of you.”Chandi looked at her two lovers. “Do you think I could go out and see her? Victoria’s staying for a couple days.”“But ... Joe’s here,” Moe stuttered.“And will be for a while.”“Joe?” Moe murmured. “Do you want to join them?”“I’m here to be with you as much as Chandi. And for you to hopefully welcome. The Irish side of me gives a slightly reddish tinge to my brown hair, including my bush. The red lingerie goes very well with the red tinge in my hair. So this hot brunette with the nerdy glasses walks right up to me in the lingerie store, both of us in bra and panties, and she says, “When was the last time you wrapped those amazing legs around a woman’s neck?” Just like that! How bold. I had to admire her for that. I told her I wasn't a lesbian. She surprised me by saying, “Neither am I.”.