Lisa grabbed my face and planted a fiery kiss on my lips, adding her tongue rather quickly, too. Her eyes ached with need, with want ... with passion ..... desire. There was no doubt now that, despite our mutual infidelities, she and I were still madly in love. Her face registered an evident wish to prove to me that she still cared about me, still craved me ... still ached for my body as well as my heart, mind, and soul."We should probably clean that up and put some new sheets on the bed, honey,". It was becoming obvious that Emily and Brenda still harbored some resentment. I didn't know whether I wanted to make an issue of it, to try to get us all back to how we'd been before the incident, or just wait and let it sort itself out.At dinner a few nights later, Emily was talking about some girl in her creative writing class, and about a story the girl wrote, and had read to the class as part of her assignment. Apparently, writing about sex was allowed by the professor, and the girl had. Do you have any idea what Daddy is up to? He is acting strangely, and talks privately with Mummy as well. I don’t get a look in.”I gave the matter some thought before replying. “As best I can gather, Miss Catherine, your father is attempting to re-arrange his finances such that they are more acceptable to the financial authorities.”Her face darkened. “Damn! I should have known.”“Beg pardon, miss?”“Jeeves, you should know by now that I know something of financial matters, and what you just. Talyn reached over and placed her hand on my cheek. "Look at me." I wasstarting to hyperventilate. I looked her in the eyes, my analogiesforgotten for the moment. "Breathe. Slowly. One deep breath, nowanother. When you're ready, I want you to sit up."I breathed slowly and closed my eyes. I felt Talyn's hand on my cheek.It felt so soft and warm. A girl. I was a girl? I opened my eyes andlooked at Talyn again. I pushed myself into a sitting position andswung my legs over the edge of the bed. I.
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