Ryan looked at her then looked away. She closed the door behind her as he turned his stereo back up."Please turn your stereo down," she told him under...neath the loud music. He ignored her, and she repeated it. Finally she walked over to his stereo and turned it off. He still wouldn't look at her, just stared at the ceiling."Ryan," she said, her voice shaking. "If we have a relationship, you will listen to me."He ignored her."You will listen to me, or else you will lose me. Is that what you. They aren’t important to us unless they are names you decide to use on us.”She closed the door as I stepped into the foyer. It was marvelously appointed in a classic, almost victorian style, with bold colors muted by subtle lighting that was easy on the eyes.“I am the doorkeeper, among other things, but you may call me whatever you want, D.”The doorkeeper was easy on the eyes, too. She had thick, wild-looking, but perfectly styled dark hair to her shoulders, which were bare as her dress design. ”“Have you already fucked them? I mean now that our marriage is open, the least you can do is let me know who they are so I can scope them out before I go to bed with them. Maybe you can give me some pointers to help me get them off.”I opened my robe and started to stroke my cock.“What are you doing?” She looked disgusted.“Well you wanted to compare stories after, why not compare notes before? The idea IS getting me excited,” I kept stroking.“I wanted us to tell our stories to get ourselves. “Hazel told me they are offering to help you move rocks,” Swarta answered with half a smirk. “They are a willing fuel source.”I rolled my eyes at her.She laughed and shoved me. “They transferred here because of you. At least invite them to visit the Women’s Center.”“You haven’t?”“I’m leaving them totally up to your care. Temple women answer to the lord of the manor not his wives,” Swarta said, half-laughing at me. “Derwen and Laudus have educated me well on the subject. Until a temple is built.