”“Do you talk to her?”“No. I’m waiting for her to say something.”“And she is waiting for you to forgive her. She is scared to death that... she will say something that will cause you to go off and get a divorce.”“I don’t know what to say. I feel like I’ve lost my best friend and I don’t know what to do. I know she’s been talking to you. Has she been seeing other couples since she can’t be with you guys?”“NO! Damn it, Petey. She loves you! She isn’t looking or interested in anyone other than. But my fantasy was . . . is . . . a bit different for you.’ Was he blushing at being that direct? Yes, it appears he was. It was Sharon’s turn, flustered at what to say to that, although it did make her tingle, to say. ‘Oh . . . well. Maybe we can talk about this later. Right at the moment, I’m up the river and looking for a paddle.’ ‘Excuse me?’ ‘I work in this flower shop and the owner is away but will be back tomorrow.’ ‘And so?’ ‘And so, he will be expecting to see this place stuffed with. Laurel leaned forward and tenderly kissed the clenched fingers of each of Sandy’s wrists before pulling away, a mischievous smile spreading her lips wide as she got to her feet and made her way to the end of their bed. Sandy cried out in surprise as Laurel gripped her feet tightly in both of her fists and roughly jerked her legs widely apart, Laurel’s fingers deftly tying her ankles as easily as she had done to her wrists. With one last suggestive tug to each ankle Laurel began to crawl her way. "Whitney was crying as I told her the tale."That's terrible! I'm so sorry for you!"We were holding hands at that point; Whitney had slipped her hand in mineduring my story. After Whitney has recovered slightly, she kissed me. Itwas a soft, gentle yet very meaningful kiss. Our lips lingered andresponded with a bit more passion, then we parted. Her red lipstickleaving a trace on my lips."Thank you," I whispered to her.We sat in silence for a while holding hands, then I asked her about herabout.