“I have really got to talk with you” he whispered, “I need to know if you are you OK with all this?”

Hell yes, I was! “Call me tomorrow” was all that I could safely say to him, as Marilyn by now had pulled up alongside.

“Hey, what’s keeping you two? We could be having some wine right now if you would hurry up.” I declined again, and pulled away, Chris looking rather dejected in the rear view mirror.

Dammit. For the second time, Marilyn had cause coitus interuptus to our physical experimentation with each other, as we were becoming sexual companions to add to our status as friends and neighbors. She would have had no way of ever knowing what was going on with these two Dads in the office five minutes ago! I vowed that there would be another time with Chris, very soon, and I vowed that there would be no interruption the next time. Then I looked in my car mirror and asked myself for about the millionth time: Is this really happening?




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