This was the me I saw earlier."Did you find it... Oddly attractive?" I asked reluctantly.He nodded. "A little bit."We gave each other curious looks. "...Well, would you like to come inside?" I asked.Once inside, we sat down on the sofa, and looked at each other. "I can't believe that there's two of me..." we said in unison.We both smiled. "Well, it could be...interesting to say the least." He said.I raised an eyebrow. "What do you mean?" I mean we could... you know... mess around." He said with a. She smiles; the wind catches her hair in an obliging gust that also flutters the hem of her coat: I see a flash of bare leg. She reaches into her pocket, and palms something light and small.I smile and let the camera hang at my side. She kisses me without hesitation, and I absorb the slight impact of her momentum. She stuffs her panties down the front of my pants and grins. We don't say much, the moment is intimate and working, I would hate to ruin it be saying something stupid. She walks along. We chatted for months, but as he was in a 20 year relationship and lived 200 miles away from me, it was never really sexual, just friendly. One day, he called me, devastated that his relationship had broken up, I tried my best to offer him comfort and also asked him if he would like to come and stay with me for a weekend if he wanted to get away from it all. To my surprise, he agreed to this, he was going to ride up to see me on his bike! I was excited to meet Pat at last, but didnt think. ‘What’s going on?’ ‘We’re just gonna spend some time together.’ ‘Cammie,’ I said. ‘Oh my God, she didn’t get the part. Did Ann get it?’ ‘No,’ Cammie said slowly. ‘Ann’s the Mother Abbess. Jeanne’s Liesl.’ ‘The daughter? But that doesn’t make any — oh, God, don’t tell me…’ Cammie was already nodding. ‘Jill? But why? Was her tryout really that good?’ ‘Oh, grow up, Trick Sterling. Jeanne is a much better singer.’ ‘Then…’ Cammie rolled her eyes at me, and then cupped her hands in front of her.