Part of that was because of Karen. She and Melly hadbeen lovers before I met either of them and then Karen and I had had abrief but hot affair for a f...ew months. I wasn't sure that dating Karen'sbest friend was a good idea. On top of that Melly was being told by a fewfriends "Don't date the Bi girl. They always go back to cock." So we wereboth taking it slow and easy.After my night with Jess I decided that affairs and one night stands werenot what I was looking for. I knew I felt something. As I was walking out my head was spinning and I was wondering if I had the nerve to let Tom in and see Susan naked and tied to the bed. If I did let him in would I be able to let him play with her and how would I feel about watching them together. So I opened the door and closed it behind me and walked back to the kitchen where Tom was drinking his beer, not knowing what I was going to do. When I got to the kitchen, Tom asked where my briefcase was. I had left it in the bedroom. I started to. "Sophie, Warren loves me-but not like he loves you. I know that. I accept that. But I do love him, completely-and I love you, too. I wasn't trying to take him away from you. I was just trying to, I don't know, be with him, occasionally, for a while." Jessie sniffled in her own tears. "Not forever. Not all the time. Just once in a while. And just until I find someone of my own who can treat me the way Warren does." She sniffled again. "And it was selfish and stupid and greedy and thoughtless.. Her lashes were so thick and long that she never had to bother with mascara. Her gorgeous face was framed by impossibly long, curly, thick black hair that fell to the middle of her back and that she frequently wore in a ponytail. Her skin was flawless; smooth, supple, soft and golden brown from many days toiling out in the hot Mexican sun. Her body was sculpted as if from the hands of Michael Angelo himself, firm and toned.A point of contention with her, and which also caused her a great deal.