Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. Wet Lycra. (Chapter 1) In my entirely immodest opinion, there's fairly little that feels better to the touch than wet lycra - provided it is wrapped tightly around a person who looks good in it. Screw silks, lace, cotton - nothing beats the texture of slick, wet lycra, tightly stretched around an attractive person, warmed by their skin and slick by water. Don't get me wrong, it's not a fetish. The touch or sight of it doesn't turn me on, nor does any other fabric, really. Lingerie does not mean anything special for me, nor do particular kinds of clothing - beyond 'that is really, really cute' or 'gorgeous'. I am not turned on by it. Or, by anything much else, besides when i choose to. You see, i'm emotionally flat. Wich isn't to say, i don't have emotions - particularly not ones as strong as the attraction to a beautiful boy or girl - but, most of the time, one could say i am without them. One of my first set of memories is of myself beeing bullied because i weirded out my housemates on the boarding school i was living at at the time - i was eight at the time. The next memory is one of many of myself standing in front of a mirror, practicing smiles, frowns, pouts, and scowls so as to fit in better. I quickly learned to emulate emotion through empathy. I learned to take the tiniest of cues from people to gouge how they feel, and reflect back at them appropriately. My emotions are not my own - they are the emotion that is ambient. I feel through others, what others feel, what i induce in others. I joke to make others laugh, wich makes me feel good myself. Simply put, if not entirely correctly, i have no secondary emotions. I startle, but i don't stay affraid. I get annoyed, but not angry. I may smile, and laugh, but that ends as soon as i relax my lips. Someone once asked me how i actually feel when i am alone, without others to offer me a stimulus. The best answer i could give was 'gray'. Wich is both an advantage and a disadvantage. For one, i am incapable of losing my head to anger and fear, but also lust. Secondly, as i've implied before, i don't get arroused unless the situation calls for it - And even then, even when someone is going down on me, i can stay level-headed and unaroused, if i should feel the need to. Wich is why a lot of the few friends who actually know me to the level that they understand the above and, indeed, this whole ... Confessional, are either jealous of me, or otherwise feel i'm the luckiest son of a bitch in the world. A year ago, you see, i was surviving instead of living. Biding my time for a couple of years while some obscure set of laws of the state made my debts - the ones i made when a girlfriend decided to walk out on me a day after we signed a mortgage agreement - go away. I lived in a dump of a house that had been in a half-finished state of refurbishment for the last three years and, because of that same set of laws, made due with a total annual allouance of 2600 euro's per year regardless of my actual income. Fine, my rent, insurance, and everything else got paid for me from my paycheck, but i had to live - eat, drink, feed myself, clean myself and the house, and pay for every little thing i needed bought on a weekly allouance of fifty euro's per week. I think you'll agree with me, that's not a lot. And, returning in a roundabout way to the wet lycra, this all changed when i went out for a change. I tried, back then, to put at least twenty euro's a week aside so i could buy myself things i feel i need, such as a getaway every now and then. This particular getaway i had saved up for for six or so months, and i had decided to go to a water park across the country. This, because i love swimming, it was mid-summer and, i must admit, because of one chink in my otherwise smooth armor of non-emotion; Children. I can't help but smile when i see a kid run by or beeing otherwise cute. I love children - all a boy or girl up to about twelve has to do to instantly break through the thick ice wall around me, is to smile at me, or grin in that impish way of kids all over the world. I love the noise they make when they're gathered in great numbers and play, i love their overall honesty- sure, every bunch of them have a few rotten apples, and i try to weed them out before i let them walk all over me, but on the whole, i'm utterly defenceless against a child who, knowingly or accidentally, pushes the right buttons. And yes. I love them too much. I'm pansexual and my abovementioned defenceless means that i feel, on the whole, more attracted to children than to their grown-up counterparts. It's a weakness i'm well aware of and that i keep in hand so as not to end up jailed by people who consider someone with the mere attraction someone who would pounce and rape any child in their way. At the least, i can say, i'm not a predator. Sure, i won't turn down a consenting girl or boy, given the chance - but at the least i want a chance to speak to them, to find out wether or not they know the correlations of what would hapen. If they don't, i'd turn away just as easilly as i'd lift the skirt of the far-too-mature-for-her-age girl that does. I don't spend time browsing for child porn on the 'net - for one, my imagination and the pens on my desk can work miracles there, and secondly, paper drawings are a whole lot easier to destroy permanently than downloaded images or records thereof. I'm no predator. There's nothing that riles me as people who take what isn't willingly offered, particularly when there are children involved. I couldn't bring myself to harming a human beeing, let alone a child. Sure. I'm not innocent - but at the least i try my hardest not to hurt anyone. So, a train ride later, i found myself at the water park. Wich is where i would be able to watch a great bunch of them going about their buisness, blisfully ignorant of the fact i would return home later and spend a quiet evening myself enjoying the memories of those little lycra-clad behinds, or the inadvertant nip-slips that happen now and then. The lycra, of course, had been a dominant factor in my choosing a water park over, say, a more traditional park where i would be capable of sneaking looks up the skirts of girls preceeding me up the stairways onto roller coasters. With a bit of luck i would be given reason to play some games of toss-me-about with the nubiles and, while i wouldn't let my hands stray, i would thoroughly enjoy myself nonetheless. And so it happened that i was sitting about and minding my own buisness, grateful for the cool water surrounding parts of me that otherwise would've reared their one-eyed head, self-control or not - when faith and overexhuberance landed her right in my lap. Unfortunately, not in the best of ways - she'd jumped into the pool feet-first and hadn't noticed me over the lip of the edge, so that my first introduction to Annika was to her ramming her heels into my groin. She shrieked when she did notice me, and shrieked harder when i reflexively folded up around her to cup my devastatingly hurt crotch in my hands, a reaction that led me to letting her go immediately. I wasn't exactly capable of thinking at that time, let alone taking in the person in front of me - all i saw was a bright pink splotch through the tears that had welled up in my eyes, and i heard nothing but a high-pitched squeek - pitched even higher with worry - humm over the ringing in my ears. Over the years of boarding schools and juvies i've gotten kicked and punched in the groin several dozens of times but this was by far one of the most painful experiences ever, in that aspect. When my ears and eyes finally cleared i saw a pair of enormous green eyes, bigger with a mix of fear and worry, staring at me from less than half a foot away, set in an angelic little face framed by a wet-slicked mane of black braids wich, as i looked the girl over, i discovered to be long enough to frame her from head to toe - she was sitting on the lip of the pool, bent over to me, and her hair hung down her pink-suit-clad slim frame, several inches past her feet. I realised she was, squeekilly still, asking me 'are you okay? mister? mister are you all right?' over and over again by the time i'd finished looking her up and down and, as our eyes met again, i managed to croak out an affirmative. "I'm sorry, mister, i didn't mean to hurt you, honest!" she went on, eyes widening to indicate to me how serious she was beeing at the moment, the girl nervously plucking at her own knees and fingers as she bent down further to me. "i honestly didn't see you there and i was running and i..." she burbled on and on in that infuriatingly cute way until i lifted a hand and pressed a finger to her upper lip, forcing down the pain and producing an amused grin. "It's all right, lil'bit" - i call all girls this, for some reason. Even the ones i've met that are actually taller than me. I'm not a particularly short guy at five foot nine, but ... ah, i shouldn't digress. "It's all right, lil'bit", i said, drawing my hand back once she got the message that appologising herself would nolonger be beccisary. "You didn't see me down there, and i'm not hurt bad. The water broke most of your speed, hm?" "Are you sure?" Another voice. Older. Distinguished. Female, as well - the woman who slid into the water to sit besides me was definately her mother. "That looked like it hurt terribly!" By this time i'd managed to let most of the pain subside, leaving a dull throb in my nether regions and a slight pitch to my voice that had to suppress by clearing my throat every now and then. "I"m fine, ma'am. Besides, accidents happen. Granted, that wasn't exactly how i'd prefer a girl jumping on me-" the woman blushed, the girl giggled, getting my joke on a level i would only later learn to appreciate. "-but honestly, there's no harm done. I promise, i'll be fine." I took the time of speaking to look the women over as i spoke to them both. The mother was young - somewhat younger than me, in her mid-twenties, and voluptuous without beeing overly endowed - i guessed her breasts would be a good handful and knew from just the short look i'd allowed myself they would be firm to the touch. Clad in a simple black one-piece that nicely offsetted as well as slightly accentuated the tan one gets if one only has the time to spend a few hours of each day in the sun - she was a far cry paler than her daughter, who wore a pink one-piece similar to her mother, and who's plays-outside-all-the-time tan covered a body that was nearly rail-thin - i guessed her to be about eight. Both ladies had black hair - mother's in lucious curls that reached a little beyond her shoulder, daughter in long - LONG - braids that, now she was standing on the lip, dangled down, swinging a bit to occasionally touch a thin ankle in that hairdo i and friends jokingly name horse-reigns. Both of them had gorgeous green eyes - the mother's darker, somewher between green and black, the girl's an unsettlingly clear jade-like hue that had me staring for a few seconds. "i'm Anjelen." i said, to break the slight-akward silence that had fallen between the three of us, raising a hand to the girl. "And you?" "Annika" - she pronounced it Ahnn-ee-kah, shaking my hand with an embarassed grin. "And you, if i may ask?" i turned to the woman and proferred my hand as well. Her name turned out to be Diana and, after her kid'd run off now that things had settled down, to try the water slides, she gave me a long look. "Look, Anjelen." she was embarassed, still. "I'm really sorry for what happened, all jokes aside. Will you let me buy you lunch?" "Of course." I nodded. This was going ways i liked - even if only i would get a little lunch money out of it. I decided, however, to try and go for silver, if not gold. "Besides, i'd love the company. The 'friends' i came here with decided to split for home when they found out there weren't enough girls for them to leer at. Unfortunately unlike them i'm not from around here, so i decided to get the most for my buck and at the least relax for the day." To my astonishment, she laughed and nodded. "I'd like that. I came here with her-" nodding her head in the direction of the slides "-and you see what kind of company she is." i could tell the love for her kid from the look in her eyes when she said that, and decided just to grin and nod myself, letting her do the bulk of the talking. As a result of some well-placed questions and answers, i soon found out that she was twenty eight - older than i'd given her - and her daughter eight. She ran her own chain of clothing stores for the higher-up - so i concluded her to be independantly wealthy at the least - and was spending 'a few days away from the husband', my opinion of whom over the course of the conversation went from 'likely a loving dad' to 'married her for the money'. To Diana's own astonishment she was ended up telling me her life story - i often have that effect on people, as long as i manage to make them laugh and sometimes cringe with funny annecdotes of my own less-than-perfect life. I, in return, told her the truth, of beeing an out-of-work system operator recouperating from a three-year streak of bad luck that started with the now-ex walking out of me, while in return she regaled me with stories of her school, how Annika's bio-father hadn't stuck around long enough to see her make her mother's stomach swell, and how she'd married Steven, Annika's step-father, twenty years Diana's senior, to give the girl ligitimacy - it was a marriage out of neccesity, more a buisness transaction than anything else and, by the sounds of things he cared less for Annika than he did for Diana, whom he cheated on. I also found out, to our both surprise, that they were from the same city as me, if from the better neighborhoods - Rotterdam. This, in turn, gave way to more and more smalltalk, occasionally interjected by enthousiastic stories or breathing breaks by Annika, whom we both kept an eye on - at some point, she returned to enthousiastically invite us both to the 'big slide', at the start of a 'whitewater' ride wich, we found out as we reached the top, she would've to wear one of those bright orange floatation vests for. As i was holding one before the pimple-faced teen atop the course finished speaking, i had to zip the little one in and we were off, together. The ride took a few minutes of swirling and bobbing back and forth between waves, short waterfalls and eddies, and Annika seemed intent on making those few minutes last twice as long, paddling happilly back and forth between me and her mother, and in the course i took on a more fatherly way, keeping her away from walls she could bump into and such as we went - not that she would've hurt herself, particularly with the vest, but it gave me an excellent excuse to occasionally and briefly wrap my hands or arm around that thin lycra-clad frame. Of course, as we came to the end of the ride with Annika clinging to my shoulder, her knees braced against my hip, i decided to hand her off to her mother so as not to arrouse suspicion - and her mother, noting Annika had in the course of the morning gotten rather tired as well as wrinkled, decided it would be time for lunch. Lunch was a perfect opportunity to talk to Annika some more, as neither Diana nor i had seen much of her during the morning. She seemed keenly interrested when i mentioned i'd come by train, and told me she'd never ridden one before - then asked me if i'd take her on a train ride someday. My answer of 'maybe' was as much to soothe her as her mother, while at the same time implying i wouldn't mind spending more time with them. As these parks tend to be, the snacking and seating section of the swimming pool was somewhat crowded, so we had opted to get a table before food, so as not to have to tote around trays of fast food while searching for suitable seating - and so, i opted to fetch the ladies' lunches for them. A line later, and trays in hand, i maneuvered myself back to find them in animated conversation - or, rather, a conversation i shouldn't have been able to follow as it took place entirely in sign language. Fortunately for me, i've picked up sign language some time earlier, having spent a few years learning it from a deaf unitmate in one of the boarding schools i've went to during my schooling career. '- Like him too, he's funny.' astonishingly, it was Annika whom i saw concluding a sentence. 'He makes me smile.' said her mother, as i hung back a little bit under the pretence of letting a throng of children on a school trip pass. 'He's cute!' said Annika, her gestures wide and enthousiastic, her mother lifting her hands to reply - and then spotting me, blushing somewhat as she let them drop again. I ambled over and decided not to mention my knowledge of sign language, setting the trays down and simply asking "that looked like sign language" in a matter-of-fact, making-conversation way. It turned out Diana had been schooled as a teacher for deaf children, and she had in turn taught her daughter the language, mainly because Annika had been interrested and to have a way to talk to her daughter from across rooms or distances that would've otherwise had had her shouting. We ate, we talked, we smiled and joked - An hour and a half went by in relative comfort before Annika decided she wanted to do the whitewater ride again - as her mother didn't entirely feel up to it, i volunteered to go with her alone. This time, the pimply-faced youth that had handed out the swimming vests at the top of the 'ride' saw us coming and handed me the vest - so again i had the not entirely unpleasurable task of wrangling Annika into it. The ride went by, hah, swimmingly - and once we'd reached the bottom, i noticed Annika casting side glances to the stairs up to it and ended up going up and down with her two more times before we noticed her mother waiting for us. "are you two done playing?" she asked, out loud as we walked towards her. "There are other things to do and rides to take, you know?" I felt slightly sad to be losing the company of these ladies whom i'd grown fond of not only for their attractiveness, but also for their conversation - but to my surprise Annika, blushing somewhat, flashed her mother a grin and signed 'Can we keep him?' Diana blushed somewhat and nodded, then turned to me. "Would you like to keep us company?" "Of course i would like to." I nodded - and couldn't help but smile when Annika immediately slid her hands into mine and her mother's. As subtle as children go, she had evidently decided to take up the matchmaker role... I met them again outside the swimming pool area - Annika now dressed in a pair red converse high-tops, a pair of jeans with a Forever Friends bear printed over one back pocket, and a white sleeveless T; Her mother wore a pair of boots of sturdier make under an ankle-length blue dress, buttoned in front, that i must admit hugged her frame in ways that made me stare for a few moments. I myself am always dressed in black, white, or shades inbetween - a tragedy years ago has caused me to decide to cease wearing colors - for that day i had gone with my usual sturdy black worker shoes, a pair of comfortable black slacks, and a lithe, black linnen blouse, topped off with my everpresent black baseball cap. Diana recognised me first and, once again, Annika slid her hands into ours as we walked into the park area. I won't need to describe the hours of simply enjoying ourselves that followed; rides and walks and sitting down for dinner came the end of afternoon, me talking to Diana and the girl as we went about our ways. Let me suffice to say we had a great time between the three of us - so much so in fact that i had staid longer than i had anticipated and so doing missed the last easy bus back to the train station. Diana offered to give me a ride to the station - an offer instantly trumped by Annika, who asked her mother to let me ride along the entire way as we all came from the same city anyway. A short moment passed as Diana and Annika exchanged looks; then the older woman gave in and nodded. "There's no need to do that for me," i said. "I have my train ticket and i can easilly get home once i get to the station." "No, it's all right" said Diana, as Annika climbed into the back seat of the car. "She's right. We don't live that far apart anyway - we pass by your neighborhood on our way home, so why shouldn't we give you a ride?" Needless to say i was happy to get in the car, though the moment was spoiled somewhat as, as soon as Diana turned on her cellphone, it rang to let her know of messages and missed calls. She went to answer them in the relative privacy outside the vehicle, and i found myself talking to Annika to pass the time - finding out she was home schooled, a rare occurance in the country i'm from; furthermore that she enjoyed going to Kendo, Ballet, and was a girl scout. We chuckled for a moment over the age-old joke when i asked her if they made girl scout cookies of real girl scouts, then Diana slipped into the vehicle with a sigh - rather cooled off from her previous merry mood, the first dozen-or-so minutes of the drive passed in a somewhat stressed mood. "Steven's beeing an ass again?" Annika broke the silence, bringing a sigh and a nod from her mother. "What's he said this time?" Annika continued. "He's going out tonight, again." said her mother. Annika mumbled something, cooling as well, taking to staring out the window. "So i guess you'll stay home tonght?" she asked, another ten minutes later. "It looks like it." Diana's smile returned somewhat. "Can we order chinese?" - childlike subtlety as per changing the subject made me smile somewhat, as i listened on, busying myself with looking out the window as i had been. "Sure, kiddo", said her mother. "Can Anjelen eat with us?", Annika pressed home. A short silence followed, then Diana looked me over - me, raising my hands, palms-up to indicate i wasn't going to object. "Would you like to, Anjelen?" she asked, and i nodded. More smalltalk followed as the ride went on, the mood becoming graduately better as we passed the time by telling jokes and funny stories. Their house was a rather oppulent one for the standards of Roterdam - once a double, four story home turned into one, standing in the middle of a large garden, a teardrop driveway leading to and from a garage built to house two cars, opening automatically and turning out to be empty when Diana parked. "He's off before we even get home", sighed Annika - who moved into the house as soon as the car had come to a stop. "I'm sorry, Anjelen" said Diana, turning to me as soon as we were alone. "I didn't mean for you to get involved in this, really. Steven's just gone off to his mistress, and i think Annika's trying to cheer me up with some company she knows i enjoy." I found myself stammering somewhat- Diana's bluntness flattered me greatly, and i got out of the car to give myself a pose. "No worries, Diana. It's not like i have anything particularly interresting to do - besides, as i might've said before; me, pass up the company of two gorgeous young ladies? i'd be a fool to decline." It was her turn to feel flattered; it was easilly seen in her eyes, wich lit up somewhat, and by the faint but notable up-turn of the corners of her mouth. The way she stood slightly straighter and moved a hand to brush a wayward lock of hair out of her eyes told me more; i decided to press on. "When was the last time anyone called you beautiful?" i moved towards her, and offered my hands out. "Forgive me if i'm too forward, Diana. But i can't say i understand how a man who you've been married to for the past eight years hasn't fallen in love with you over time. I kept my eyes on hers - it surprised me somewhat when i felt her lay her hands in mine, i would've sooner have expected her to joke it off. "Not unless he's ignored you in every way and form, in wich case he isn't only a man without any sense of taste in women, he is utterly and completely daft as well" She actually giggled at that, twisting her legs like a school girl as i let her hands drop and moved around her, laying an arm around her stomach, drawing her back against my chest, finding her tilting her head aside for me when i moved to place a single kiss to her neck. "W-We'd better go inside. Annika will be waiting." she stammered out the words, and stepped forward; i let her go, of course, but did wrap my hands against her sides for a moment, holding her thus for a second- she allowed it. Not only that but her head leaned back somewhat as if she considered stepping back into my arms. The inside of their home, then - as big as i expected it to be, their living room alone larger than my entire apartment. Airy, with large windows and doors; indeed, the wall of the house that met the garden had been nearly entirely replaced by glass. Hardwood flooring, subtly colored paints, and indirect lighting; comfortable soft furniture dotted about logically yet spaceously; wood and cloth dominated, with the odd leather recliner or desk chair. By the time we entered, Annika had already plunked down on the thick carpet in front of the large plasma tv and was watching some cartoon or other - Diana asked me if i wanted coffee, and so i decided to follow her into the kitchen where white tiling and stainless steel made up the decor, down to the stools and their woven steel thread seats. A large kitchen; as big as my living room and then some, with a wooden table breaking the color scheme somewhat and making it less clinical, where i found myself sitting with Diana as the coffee ran. "I'm sorry, Diana, for what i did in the hallway. I was out of line." I said to end the akward silence between us. "It's all right." She blushed. "I... can't say i didn't enjoy. Besides - i haven't told you to leave, have i?" I smiled, then felth an unstoppable grin spread over my face. "True. I have a tendency to explore my limits with new aquaintances, though - do tell me if i go too far for your liking, all right?" She blushed, then looked me in the eyes and nodded, firmly. This time i had nothing to ward off the akward silence as it returned - though i could see Diana had something on her mind as we sipped our coffee, she didn't at all respond to my subtler cues of 'what's on your mind?' so i decided it wasn't for me to know. Time, as it has a habit of doing, passed as we shared the pot of coffee between us, mostly in silence, both of us aware of the tension between us and somewhat uncomfortable with it while at the same time unwilling to leave each other's company - of course, it had to be Annika who broke the impasse, skipping into the kitchen after an hour or so and after helping herself to a glass of soda and exchanging glances with her mother, signing 'Ask him to spend the night' with an impish look in her eyes. Diana's eyes grew huge at that - she signalled back 'I couldn't do that!' to wich Annika's only reply was 'You want to. Why not?' - before her mother could answer she was back out in the living room. Puzzled as i was by her daughter's easy asessment of her mother's want, i still decided to keep the advantage of appearing not to know sign language - it was already proven more of a benefit than i'd initially thought, as the ladies had proved to have a habit of speaking entirely uncouth when they knew it to be safe. Time passed, and the tension grew ever thicker, but we had no excuse to stay - the coffee was gone and thus it was time for us to move to the living room - though in the doorway, Diana stopped me, blushing heavilly. "Would you... Would you spend the night with me?" she stammered, carrying on somewhat before i could accept or decline. "Steven isn't going to be back until late tomorrow evening and, well... " She ran out of words there, no valid excuse to have me stay. I smiled to her and nodded. "I would be delighted to, Diana. If only for the chance of showing that not all men are assholes like him." And so, not too long later, i found myself waiting; watching television while Diana put her daughter to bed for what seemed like an eternity to me- i found myself growing hard at the thought of sleeping with the woman, and idly wondered what kind of lover she would turn out to be. When i noticed almost an hour had passed between the ladies' dissapearance up stairs and my waking from a daydream i decided to go upstairs and investigate - i did so silently, mostly because i had taken my shoes off when we first got in and because i didn't want to disturb the likely sleeping girl; i was slightly surprised to hear soft giggles and moans coming from one of the slightly-ajar doors. Hoping against hope i decided to sneak a peek and sidled up to the door - when looked past the frame into the room i was met by a sight i wouldn't have imagined to see even if i had been hoping for it - there was Annika, her nightshirt pulled up to her throat, her knees pulled up and spread, her hands in her mother's hair - Diana's head was between the little girl's thighs, and even though i couldn't exactly see what happened there but Annika's soft moans and the movements of her hips made it quite clear to me that she was getting her bald little pussy eaten out. Waiting for them to finish must've been the hardest fifteen minutes i've ever spent waiting, even if i had a great show to pass the time with- by the time Annika's moans had turned to gasps and then a muffled cry of orgasm into her mother's hair as she curled up around the woman's head, my cock had grown painfully hard and i was leaning a shoulder against the door sill - i let them have a few more moments between them, Annika's mother cuddling up to her daughter and kissing the girl deeply - a honest to god french kiss that did no good to still my raging libido - as she came down. Making up my mind, i startled the both of them by coughing, softly - though i might as well have fired a pistol into the room. Their heads jerked towards me, their eyes big as dears' caught in the headlights; they stared at me for a few moments, Diana's jaw moving as she desperately sought to come up with some excuse for the fact i had at the least seen her share a french kiss with her own eight year old daughter. "Don't bother, Diana. I've stood here and watched you lick her slot for the past fifteen minutes." I studiously kept my face straight as i moved into the room, sitting on the foot of the one-and-a-half bed. "So whatever excuse you might've had for kissing your daugther like you did it's not going to explain that away. And, before you freak out - i don't mind. I'm not going to call the cops on you. I'm not going to scream havoc and turn the two of you in. I'm not going to get mad - it would be hippocrytical of me. I've been wanting to do that to any one of you two for the greater part of the day, to be perfectly honest" Diana sat up, and Annika ducked under the covers. "You... You wanted to, what?" She asked in a somewhat aggressive tone that was tainted heavilly with disbelief. "Lick your pussy. Or Annika's." i answered as calmly as i could. "Make love to either one of you, though preferably, both." i continued, shrugging somewhat. "It's not like we need to have false pretence between us now, do we? After all - i may have taken pictures of you going down on your kid. So if you're going to go for the initial reaction of ratting -me- out... I'd reconsider." "You... You didn't." Diana glared. "To be honest? No. No i haven't, and i wouldn't have if i'd have brought my phone up. But i needed you to stop and think for a moment. Is there any harm in you and her enjoying each other the way you have? Is there any harm in my -wanting- the both of you ? No. No there isn't. Obviously, Annika loves you, and you love her; i understand your seeking comfort in each other's arms. If you want me to leave now, i'll leave, with the memory of what happened here and nothing else. If you still want me to spend the night with you i will, and be happy with you alone, Diana - or with you both as the case may be." I let them stirr that around for a bit, and watched the flurry of activity as they took to speaking to each other in sign language. 'I trust him' - Annika. 'Are you sure?' - Diana. 'Yes. He hasn't gotten mad and i don't think he's lying. If he says he isn't going to go to the police, then i trust him'. **************** Thank you for your time. This is part of a series that'll hopefully see more chapters soon. Feedback is greatly appreciated - please visit: http://www.geocities.com/anjelen_amore/index.html to leave a comment. Lectori salutem!