Inviting the new neighbors to a BBQ – 4 (Repost)
It was still early, and we lay in bed together, holding each other, kissing, enjoying the moment but both processing the implications of knowing that we were now both in love with each other. I hated the idea of Deni spending her life together with some husband who could not nurture the inherent sexuality that was powerfully inside her, nor did I relish the idea of explaining to my daughter that I was in love with a woman almost the same age as her. Deni for certain dreaded the idea of her husband finding out, or the messy divorce that would inevitably ensue, yet be both yearned to be with each other. “I don’t even want him to touch me anymore” said Deni, breaking the silence, a somewhat random thought escaping her lips, “but I …
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