It was a nice, old-fashioned word.“Sweetheart,” I said. Andy liked that. I could tell by her smile.“Andy, do you mind your sweetheart having sex... with another woman?” Eve asked.“Of course not. I understand a man needs many women while a woman is most happy with just one man. A good woman, like me, helps her man by encouraging him to have sex with other women and finding them for him. Don’t you do that for your man?”If there were any question Andy had been programmed, that statement alone should. “Are you propositioning me?”He said, “No. Well, yeah, I guess I am.”I think this would be as good place as any to say I found Clay very attractive but had not imagined anything with him since I hadn’t imagined anything could ever happen with him. He was the straight son of the woman my father had married, that was all. I didn’t say anything and by that time we were home.I went in my bedroom and proceeded to follow my fussy bedtime routine. I stripped down to my boxers, went into the bathroom. "Where's Lillian? Girls... Where's Lillian?"All of the girls pointed toward the office of Milo."Oh, shit. I don't even want to know. But... come on, Daisy. We'll be right back, ladies," I said. We went toward Milo's office. My keen sense of hearing sensed something. "Hey, you heard that?" I said."No. What?"Then, in the instance, we both heard it."Ugh..."Daisy had a look of death on her face as she busted in on him, not caring or stopping for any reason."Ugh! Ugh... Ugh..." Lillian. I’d dream her right there in my sleeping bag with me—not in her time, but in mine. She never changed, always such a lean hard body beneath or on top of mine.Dreams of Caitlin were exhausting. She was aggressive and demanding of my loving. Caitlin was willing to try everything and pushed past the pain of anal sex to give me the ride of my life. And it was me screwing her, not Kyle. I woke up as tired as when I’d gone to sleep.Of course, dreams of Mary Beth and Geneive were as much fun and there.