I agree and we reach the next stop and we go to a small Italian bistro he orders a 7up and he ask for a glass of red wine. When the waitress brings o...ur drink he pours some of his wine in my 7up. It tasted good. We are sitting there talking and ordering drink after drink with him continuing to pour red wine in my 7up. I get up to use the rest room. I felt giggly not realizing that I was getting tipsy. When I return to the table we drink some more and again I excuse myself to use the rest. Greg's journal entry making reference to my lesbian love affairs didn't surprise me. After he told me he approved of them, I shared with him the details of my sex play with other women. He seemed to enjoy my experiences a great deal. It even seemed to perk up our own love life significantly. Greg was comfortable with me making love with other women. No it was the other comment that surprised me. Now I feared what had happened that made him wonder about me. I read on.Greg's JournalI think, no I. “Actually, yes. I’ve managed to rally parts of the city that I haven’t even visited and people who I haven’t even met behind me. And I’ve fucked three whores since yesterday, no less. That’s a lot of action for a man with a recent dry spell. By the way, I didn’t think that you could visit me. What gives?” I asked the Muse, being very curious.“Well, I’m a Goddess and I can make or break rules at times as it suits me, you know. I couldn’t help but notice that your two ... ex-not-quite girlfriends. I felt disappointment. I wanted him to kiss my lips. I wanted to taste him, to feel those soft lips within my own, caressing and stroking them. I wanted to feel the unspoken passion between us in a kiss. <,>,….<,>, After I was sent away being fully recovered by the hospital, I didn’t know what to do. Should I go back to my dad? Would he love me, would I love him? The way he had treated me, could I? I walked home, rather than getting a taxi. It would be an extra 20 minutes, but with the.