Using my fingers, I carefully found the end of each piece of tape and peeled them off making sure both patches remained in place.Okay. Here we go."Kee...p your eyes closed, hon," I whispered as I carefully removed the right one first and then the left. Heather had both eyes tightly shut and her head jerked back slightly as they came away. Even in the dim light, I could see her face was slightly swollen around the upper cheeks and bridge of her nose. Her eyelids were bruised and made her look like. We talked, we flirted and we teased. By the end of that call, we knew we had something special and the only way to ensure it wasn't ephemeral was to be together for more than an hour or so. To this end, we arranged that she would stay with me for a weekend. I couldn't go to her home as she shares it with others. We set a date five days hence. I confess, I was on tenterhooks. Late Friday afternoon arrived and I heard a knock on the door. Should I answer it? Hell, yes! I acted very demurely on. ”“Ah, Gilly, it appears that you have made a new friend and a good one to have if I say so myself,” the mage said. “Mistress Gilly, may I present the spaceman, Mister Porter. Both of you are of the Blue Hand. Gilly is a healer and you, Mr. Porter, are untested as of yet.”Porter took her hand and brought to his lips to kiss it. As his mouth drew near a blue spark leapt from his lips to her hand, much to his surprise. The older mage missed it, standing at Porter’s back, but Gilly gave a little. Also, it would be cheating if your mother just went out and slept with any ol’ guy without my involvement, preferably in a threesome. This is our deal, our dynamic. Wife-sharing. Devil’s triangles. Stag/vixen. Full involvement in my case. It’s so much better when a man we can trust and respect joins your mother and I in bed for such a threesome. MFM. It’s the best!” Dad beamed as he discussed their lifestyle with us at last.“Yeah, we have a whole community of stags and vixens, a little online.