“Yes my love” I said kissing her. I clenched my fists and said through gritted teeth, “I warned you… both of you! That would explain why she would fondle her own teenaged breasts sometimes. I walked to the town’s cemetery to find both head stones there. Sophie had told her husband Richard what happened and got a divorce but met an even better man shortly after. I plan on writing a few other alternate endings for if he went back to one of the other women because he liked them more. “Continue” she said with tears in her eyes. Now back to the present. “Wait what do you mean by ‘especially’?” I asked. “Care to come to my home and taste the fruit you’ve been eyeing for years?” she said in a voice that sent a wonderful sensation through my body.
