0 comments/ 36282 views/ 1 favorites Life with Rick and Jane By: Banzosword1 I think this one is a little better than my last submission. Please let me know if you like it. Rick stared at the computer screen in wonder, swept off in a river of thoughts. His mind reeled over the desire for Jane Preston to actually be as she described herself in her bio. And he was simultaneously filled with another sensation, which was probably envy. Rick felt envious of the people that did as they wanted to without fear of judgment. In life Rick had always tried to follow his own path, and considered himself to be a fairly uninhibited person. But after reading about a person like Jane Preston he suddenly felt different: conservative and afraid. He had been married for several years and still loved his wife, but somehow things had slowed down. Maybe things had never really been that fast, but he remembered there used to be a quality of excitement. Their relationship at one time contained risk and abandon, but at some point those components seemed to have been…abandoned. His wife Amanda was still willing to have sex, but never with any spirit of exploration. With her it was a “by the numbers” routine, which ended with her orgasm. She seemed contented with that arrangement and never demonstrated any initiative in the bedroom. In many way’s Rick was glad that Amanda seemed sexually satisfied, because he truly wanted her to feel happy and safe. As a result he’d tried to pull himself away from his own longings and sense of dissatisfaction. Rick threw himself into a daily routine that was both an occupation and a distraction. Every morning he would wake up with Amanda and see her off to work. Next he would spend twenty minutes stretching and working out, followed by a light breakfast. And then with coffee in hand he would sit down in front of the blessed, infernal computer and spend the day trying to write. He would work on “job-type work” first, followed by “art-type work”. Of course the “job-type work” was predictable and tedious, but it was that which allowed him to spend time doing the “art-type work”, or more accurately…trying to do the “art-type work”. Rick would spend hours starting sentences, deleting words and pacing around the room pretending to smoke. Since he’d quit smoking he would pantomime with an empty Zippo and half a pencil. It was pretty pathetic. All this lasted for about a month, and then he caved in. One day while taking an e-mail break, Rick decided to do a little porn surfing. He started by doing a search, and then just bounced around for a while, eventually landing at some big time professional sites. He took their tours and quickly found that they didn’t do much for him, so he left in search of something else. He didn’t know what it was, but he kept looking anyway. Occasionally he would stumble across an image that would cause a stir around his crotch, but for the most part he wasn’t having much luck. As a teenager he’d discovered that in order to enjoy pornography you had to suspend your disbelief. And for him even though the “actors” were actually fucking, they were doing it for money and that somehow rendered it false, and for Rick that was not unlike a bucket of cold water. He suddenly felt defective. “Am I the only idiot who intellectualizes pornography? Jesus, I just wanna scratch Yoda behind the ears.” Rick spoke out loud. He’d even set a roll of toilet paper nearby incase he found something worth masturbating to. “Maybe I’ll check the e-mail again.” Rick clicked on an icon, which brought him to his mail-server. While casually examining the homepage Rick made an observation. “How come I never noticed all this?” The homepage offered many features, including various ‘online profiles’. “I wonder who does this?” Rick questioned while clicking on the profiles menu. A search option quickly appeared. After examining the form Rick filled in a few of the fields: gender: female age: 25-35 keywords: Rick considered this for a moment, wrestling with mixed emotions. “Should I indulge my private pervert?” He pondered for a breath or two, and then made a compromise. ”I’ll indulge it a little.” He said and for keywords he typed “slut.” Rick felt a stir of excitement as a new page opened up, displaying a dozen screen names. “Wow.” He dumbly spoke. While sitting up with interest he clicked on the name “SLUT-4-U”, anxiously awaiting the new page. The page opened filling the screen, and was adorned by a large picture of “Slut-4-u”. Rick’s mouth hung open as he stared at the image. She was a beautiful twenty-six year old woman, wearing a garter belt and sitting spread eagle on a bed. Her facial expression matched her screen name. “She can’t be for real.” Rick spoke to himself in disbelief, continuing on to read her bio: I am a 26-year-old bi-sexual woman, looking for safe and fun encounters with the right people. Send me a picture and maybe we’ll get to know each other. “This can’t be real.” Rick insisted to himself. “Women aren’t really like that. They only exist in pornography made by men. It’s gotta be a scam.” In a flash Rick felt his entire sexual understanding rush through him. It occurred to him that the boundaries he had always assumed applied to everyone…might not. Anxiously he began to explore the profiles trying to refute his discovery. He did more searches, which including new (and for Rick, taboo) keywords (like anal dikes & lesbian twins with strap-ons) and he continued to find listing for “real people”, and with each affirmation his prick rose until he had to undo his zipper. For the sake of masturbation on most days he would achieve a ‘serviceable’ hard-on, but at that moment he had achieved a ‘fucking’ hard-on. Intermittently Rick would jerk his engorged meat, between mouse clicking and typing, and caring not to transfer any pre-cum from the dripping head of his cock to his keyboard. Many hours passed, and eventually his front door opened. “Hi honey.” Amanda called from the front room, relieved to be home. All she wanted to do was have a bath and then watch television with a little bowl of ‘Chunky Monkey’ ice cream. “Hey babe” Rick said while walking out from his workroom, having successfully hidden any signs of jerking off. He gave Amanda a kiss. “How was your day?” “Exhausting. I’m gonna get in the tub.” She answered while walking towards the bathroom. “You want something to eat?” Rick called after her. “ No thanks hon.” Amanda answered over her shoulder, closing the bathroom door behind her. She’d been looking forward to this all day, to be alone and soaking in the bathtub. She really did appreciate Rick’s offer to cook but she didn’t have any extra energy to show it. What energy she did have she had been saving for herself all day. Amanda turned the faucets on and left the tub to fill. With a sigh she stood in front of the floor length mirror and carefully removed her hair from its braid. The light of the bathroom shone off of her blonde waves, singling out the one gray hair that she’d been trying to ignore, and reflexively she sighed again. As she undid the buttons of her blouse Amanda reflected on how she had been sighing a lot lately. Especially when she thought about how Rick had yet to have any real success. For a moment she found herself being swept into her old fear that they didn’t have any real security, but with a sigh she allowed her thoughts to go somewhere else. She examined her breasts thinking to herself that they still looked nice, especially in the bra she was wearing. Rick had given it to her on Valentines Day last year, black satin and lace with a front clasp. For someone with no fashion sense, Rick had picked a pretty good bra. She was wearing the matching panties, and decided to have a look at the whole ensemble. She removed her skirt, shoes and panty hoes and stood plainly in front of the mirror. “My thighs look big.” Amanda thought with annoyance. She turned to look at herself from the side. “They look better in profile.” She thought and then turned her backside to the mirror. She looked over her shoulder, examining herself. She wasn’t displeased. “Not bad.” She whispered while subtly pushing her ass out. Light glinted off the satin panties accentuating the curves of her nicely rounded ass, and Amanda felt inspired to gyrate her hips. She placed both palms on her rear and gently squeezed while quietly cooing. After a moment she bent down to the floor, looking back at her upside down reflection. Through the satin Amanda traced the contours of her pussy, whispering to herself “Is that what you look like under your clothes?” Amanda enjoyed the sensation of her interior circulations, feeling her blood simultaneously rushing north and south. Just as moisture was beginning to expand through her panties, she remembered the bathtub and slowly straightened up to check the water level. Rick had left his workroom door ajar so he could easily hear when Amanda left the bathroom. He never knew exactly how long she would spend in the tub, but in the past she’d gone anywhere from fifteen minutes to two hours. For now he felt confident that he could hide his activities before she could get from the bathroom to his workroom. He wasn’t even sure he needed to hide anything, but he felt uncertain and a little embarrassed about what he was doing so he chose to conceal it. He hated lying, and found a way to rationalize it by selling himself on the old “what she doesn’t know won’t hurt her” and “I’m not doing anything.” Rick had discovered an on-line profile that had captured him with its irresistible intrigue. The screen name was “SMART TOUGH SLUT”, which was the moniker for a woman named Jane Preston. She was thirty-two years old, and under occupation she wrote “Zen subversive jezebel”. Her bio had Rick hypnotized as he read it for the third time: The definition of the word ‘slut’ is subjective, based on the intention of the person saying it. Regarding sex my attitude is “take it or leave it”, and that’s what I do. But when I take it…be prepared. I’m bisexual and am interested in a (m/f) couple to satisfy (me and them). The man must be willing to control himself while he watches me penetrate his woman with my strap-on cock, in her pussy and her tight little asshole. And he must have the stamina to maintain that control while she does the same to me. After that…we’ll see where it goes. I’ll only answer e-mail, which contain photos of both people. The picture of Jane had sealed it in Rick’s mind. It was an image of her wearing a leather bra and panties, with a cigarette dangling from her lips and the strap-on cock she’d mentioned protruding from her crotch. Amanda was no prude but Rick knew there was no way in hell she would go for it. He wasn’t even sure that he could go for it or even what “going for it” meant, but for the moment it was a pleasant fantasy to imagine contacting this incredible woman. Rick reflected on his sexual knowledge of Amanda. She had claimed to like anal sex, but Rick honestly never knew what about it got her off. He wondered if she got off on the fact that he was getting off, or if she genuinely liked a dick up her ass. And on the occasions Rick had openly talked about his (stereo-typically male) fantasy of having a three way, Amanda had admitted that she was attracted to women, but not enough to do anything about it. Reality crashed in on Rick and he knew it was just a pipe dream. “We’re too normal.” Rick spoke with quiet disappointment. “Still, I can fantasize.” He said while opening his folder of pictures. He looked at the photos of himself and Amanda from her cousins wedding. “We’re a good looking couple. We both stay in shape. And we’re not too old yet. We should have a fucking adventure.” Rick whispered, feeling full of dangerous excitement. “What harm would an E-mail do? E-mail with one little picture. Nothing’s going to happen anyway.” Rick sat in conflict, staring at the monitor. Amanda closed her eyes while fingering her clit in slow circles, causing little whirlpools in the bathwater. She was thinking about the new office temp she had trained today; a girl named Melissa. “Her energy was so spontaneous and positive.” Amanda thought. “And that little skirt fit so…nicely” Amanda whispered while imagining tugging it down. She could picture that ripe little peach of an ass; decorated with the green thong Amanda had caught a glimpse of when Melissa’s skirt had momentarily crept down. If it was a permanent employee it would have been considered wholly inappropriate attire, but in the case of a temp they looked the other way. Amanda definitely hadn’t looked the other way. In fact she’d become transfixed on Melissa’s little rear end, so nicely displayed in her mini skirt. And Melissa’s perky little tits (with occasional nipple erections) presented beautifully in her cute green top. There was one point in the day when Amanda was certain that Melissa was flirting with her. They were sitting together at a desk while Amanda was explaining to Melissa the workload she could expect. Melissa joked, “So I guess there’s no time for web surfing?” And with a giggle she ran her hand over Amanda’s forearm. Amanda was able to chuckle and continue her explanation, but she was quietly struggling to conceal that the little touch had shot straight to her clitoris. At the time Amanda had been nervous that Melissa might have smelled her arousal. In retrospect she found herself wishing that Melissa had. Amanda had retained that energy for the rest of the day, waiting for this moment. Now she had increased her speed and was feverishly rubbing her clit while simultaneously working two fingers into her pussy. She imagined Melissa’s smiling face between her legs, tonguing her firm clit while pushing in a finger or three, maybe giggling or even talking dirty. “Sweet pussy.” She imagined Michelle’s voice saying with pleasant enthusiasm. “Now you’re gonna eat my pussy too.” Michelle commanded and Amanda pictured herself and Michelle in the sixty-nine position giving each other head. Amanda could feel that she was close to coming and was trying to decide whether to let it go right now, or to ride the fantasy out a little longer. After a short moment she decided let it go. “Oooooo.” Amanda moaned in a whisper, knowing that she didn’t want Rick to hear anything. It was a private moment, her orgasm, just for her. Her hips began bucking reflexively to the waves of pleasure coursing through her nerves, while her vaginal muscles flexed and contracted around her fingers. She struggled to stifle her voice as waves kept coming for what seemed like a long time, and then they finally passed. After the glow, Amanda rinsed off and pulled the plug, and for the moment she left her sex with the bathwater. She felt like she could watch TV now. Rick had decided against sending the E-mail, and set it aside for a while. He’d selected what he considered to be a flattering photo of himself and Amanda and copied it into a folder with a link to the Jane Preston profile. He named the folder “back taxes” and left it on the desktop, retreating to the living room with a mild sense of defeat. Not a moment had passed before Amanda joined him, wearing her robe and running a comb through her wet hair. She kissed him on the cheek. “What do you wanna do?” She asked. “Smoke pot and watch a movie.” Rick replied. END OF PART ONE Life with Rick and Jane Ch. 02 After reading, please let me know if you'd like this story continued. *** Amanda glanced to her right and found Rick sound asleep and lightly snoring. With her characteristic sigh, she covered him with the blanket she had been using and turned off the television. “Ho hum.” Amanda whispered and quietly walked to the workroom, gently closing the door behind her. It was about 11:24pm according to the clock on their computer, and she didn’t feel tired at all. She knew two hours ago while they smoked the joint that right around now Rick would be asleep and she would be awake, still high and looking for something to do. “Might as well check the e-mail.” Amanda spoke out loud as she wobbled over to the computer. She sat down with a thump, clicked the mouse, and the computer was quickly connecting to the Internet. She allowed her homepage to load and from there she followed her E-mail routine. The first thing she always did was to click on the address bar dropdown list, in order to find out where Rick had been. She really didn’t consider herself to be invading his privacy because he would never find out. She was just curious. “What has this man been doing?” She spoke quietly as a list of links to eight On-line profiles appeared. The top link read: SMART_TOUGH_SLUT/ Jane Preston “Hmmm. Should I been angry?” Amanda considered as she clicked on the link. “I guess we’ll see.” After a moment Jane Prestons profile page appeared and Amanda began to read. “The definition of the word ‘slut’ is subjective, based on the intention of the person saying it.” Amanda re read the sentence while considering the words carefully, and after a moment she found herself in agreement with the opinion. “I suppose that’s true for all words.” She spoke and found that her mouth was a tiny bit pot slurred. The profile picture had finally loaded and Amanda looked at it unprepared. “My goodness.” Amanda stammered while meticulously examining the image of Jane. “Look at her.” Amanda couldn’t recall if she had even seen a woman adorning an artificial penis before and was quite transfixed, feeling a distantly approaching sensation south of her naval. Amanda returned her attention to the bio and continued reading “The man must be willing to control himself while he watches me penetrate his woman with my strap-on cock, in her pussy and her tight little asshole.” Amanda’s mouth dropped open while her eyes did a fluttery blink. After a moment she read the sentence again, trying to decipher it from her stoned perspective. While reading the words “cock, in her pussy” the memory of Michelle crossed her mind, and she immediately felt a warmth in her chest and between her legs. “What is goin’ on here?” She asked herself while fanning the side of her face with her hand. Her attention shifted back to Jane Prestons photo and before she knew it her imagination was running. In her mind she could see Michelle naked and kneeling in front of Jane Preston, holding that fat plastic cock by the base while flicking the tip with her tongue. Amanda opened her eyes to find her robe wide open, her nipples hard as bullets and her fingers on her clit. “What am I doing?” Amanda gasped, sitting up and closing her robe. With a swallow her attention returned to the profile and Jane’s bio, and the first words she read were “her tight little asshole.” “Oh God.” Amanda, for the moment and without any certainty, had crossed over. She swayed and threw her robe off her shoulders, bringing her hands to her breasts. With her mouth agape Amanda opened her eyes, twisting her nipple and allowing one of her hands to return to her pussy. She looked down at her snatch and could picture that artificial cock thrusting into her pussy driven by female hips. Amanda was urgently working her pussy now, wanting badly to cum and picturing the same artificial cock strapped on her own crotch. She envisioned Melissa sucking it hard enough that her ponytail bounced with each bob of her head. Amanda’s eye’s wandered; absently merging what was in her field of vision with what was in her minds eye, and she thought she saw the words “I’m On-Line!” “Hmmm?” Amanda murmured, easing up her pace and focusing carefully on the screen. Below Jane Prestons picture was a small indicated which said “I’m On-line! Send me a message!” It took Amanda a moment to comprehend, but when she did her face flushed. “Dare I?” She wondered out loud while still pinching her nipple and palming her cunt. Without a second thought Amanda released her tit and clicked the mouse. The interface for private messages popped open, its little cursor flashing rhythmically, drawing Amanda in while she chose her words. She decided to keep it simple and typed, “What is it like?” after which she quickly returned her hands to her sex. She sat in quiet anticipation, still working herself while waiting impatiently. A short moment later the computer chimed and a response appeared. Before she could even read it Amanda was starting to gush with a little orgasm. “Oooo.” She throated, withdrawing her hands in an attempt to reduce the orgasm and save some for later. She sat still for a moment, slowing her breathing while the waves rolled back out, and then she returned her attention to the screen. The response said “What is what like, (fe)male(?)” Amanda’s was flowing so much that the chair was beginning to soak. She wiped her hands on her nearby robe, brought them to the keyboard and typed her response. “What is it like to have sex with a woman…with a strap-on dildo?” Amanda paused to re read her sentence, and then sent it. “Fuck.” She quietly exclaimed and quickly typed a second message, “I am female.” With a sigh Amanda sat back, allowing herself a moments rest. The next message came back more quickly and said “Here is an offer. Send me a picture and I’ll tell you whatever you want to know.” Amanda stared at the flashing cursor and below it the attachment option. Somewhere in the back of her mind she could faintly hear sobriety calling “Don’t be stupid. Do not send your picture to a stranger.” She was conflicted and quickly typed “Hold on!” She sent it off while trying to buy a moment to think, but couldn’t focus clearly. Her eye’s returned to the image on the screen of Jane Preston, in leather bra and panties with that artificial erection protruding from her crotch, and suddenly Amanda’s sex was yelling “IT”S JUST ONE PICTURE!” The next thing she knew, Amanda found herself looking through her picture folder. She perused the file of images from her cousins wedding, looking for one of herself that she liked. She knew she had looked excellent that day and found a flattering photo of herself be the fountain, her tight black dress accentuating her curves. In a flash she typed, “How is this?” and sent the photo off. Before she could even consider reconsidering what she had done a response came to her, and she froze in amazement. “My phone number is (201) 558-1012.” Amanda was looking at it but couldn’t believe it. Not only was it this woman’s phone number, but also it was a local area code. “What have I gotten myself into?” She spoke to her self, perceptively rebounding between sexual intoxication, being stoned and ‘common sense’. The computer chimed, indicating another private message. Amanda glanced at the screen. “Maybe this will inspire such a beautiful, sexy and curious woman.” And it was accompanied by an attached file. Amanda clicked on the attachment and a moment later her audio interface had opened up, and was playing the file. The voice that followed was awash in seduction. “Hello beautiful. This is my voice that you can talk to live over the phone if you chose to, and I hope you will. Call collect if you’re out of the area.” The file ended and Amanda was dumbfounded. Jane must have originally lived in the South because she had a slight accent, which was the hook in the worm for Amanda. She had no doubts anymore and quickly typed a response, “Give me five minutes.” And then left the room to get her cell phone. Quietly and with slightly more dexterity Amanda briskly walked to the kitchen. She gave half a glance to Rick who was still asleep on the couch as she grabbed her purse from the kitchen table. On her way back to the computer Amanda made a quick stop at her bedside dresser, collected her silver bullet vibrator from the bottom drawer. She hadn’t used it in ages and hoped the batteries were still good. Upon returning to the computer Amanda made a few adjustments for comfort. She moved another nearby chair over to put her feet up on, and grabbed a pillow from off the futon to put behind her back. She then took a breath and sat down while putting her ‘hands-free’ earpiece in place. Holding the phone in her hand Amanda realized that the little interruption to get her phone had cooled her off a bit, and she wondered if she’d be able to get excited again. And then she noticed a new message waiting for her on the screen with another attachment. “Here is one of me taken of me this very moment off the desk cam.” Amanda quickly opened the file to find an image of Jane Preston sitting at a computer wearing a black corset, strapless push up bra and matching garter, stockings and panties. One leg lazily hung over the arm of her chair displaying her six-inch fetish heels, and her facial expression was somehow indescribable. Amanda could smell her own arousals furious return, and she had to dial the phone very carefully because her hands were shaking. It only rang once. “You are a very sexy little girl. What’s your name honey?” Jane’s voice flowed sweetly from the phone, fueling Amanda’s excitement. She quickly thought of a pseudonym. “Mandy.” It wasn’t that inventive, but no one had called her Mandy since she was thirteen and it helped her feel anonymous. “How cute. So Mandy, what would you like to know?” Jane’s voice was seductive, encouraging and trusting all at once, and her little southern drawl was to die for. Amanda found herself hesitant, feeling a little embarrassed to say the words. “What’s it lik?.” She finally struggled out. “What is what like Mandy?” Jane responded playfully. Again Amanda found it difficult to say out loud what she had easily written a short time ago. “Would you like me to say it for you?” Jane offered. “Please.” Amanda responded with quiet innocence. “You wanted to know what it is like to fuck a girl with a strap-on cock. Is that correct, or did you want to know what it was like to be fucked by a girl with a strap-on cock?” Amanda took a slow, silent breath and felt her pussy begin to flow. She set the phone on her belly (taking care that her earpiece was still in place), brought her free hands to her mound and began to agitate it. “Both.” Amanda sighed, staring at Jane’s picture while easing a finger into her wet hole. “I’ll describe it for you dear, and I’ll use your name while doing so.” Amanda slouched down a bit in preparation for the story, groping for her vibrator. She could hear Jane take a breath, and then the voice followed. “I’ll forego the beautiful details that would precede our arrive to my bedroom, and start with the introduction of the cock.” Already Amanda was smitten by the quality of Jane’s voice and the subtlety of her inflection. “The first thing I would do, after strapping it on, would be to have you acquaint yourself with it Mandy. I like to be standing and looking down at first, so you’d be on your knees. Now you tell me what you’d be doing?” Amanda was using one hand on her clit and the other to effortlessly slide the vibrator into her soaking pussy. It took her a minute to process the question before she finally answered, “I’d be sucking.” “More details Sweetie.” “I’d be sucking your fat cock, and tracing my tongue along it from the tip to the base.” The words flowed out of Amanda and she felt weightless and liberated. “Good girl, I knew you could say it and I know you could do it. After you worked my prick with your sweet little mouth for a while, I would stand you up and give you a kiss.” Amanda unconsciously puckered and kissed the air while Jane continued. “I would then guide you to the bed, but we wouldn’t get on it yet. You would bend over and rest your hands on it, presenting your ass to me. Tell me about your panties Mandy.” “A light blue thong with lace.” Amanda chimed, and in one fluid motion she changed her position to match the story. She was now bent over with her ass in the air, with one hand on her desk for support, while the other hand continued working the vibrator between her legs. Her phone rested precariously on the edge of the desk but her earpiece was still in place. “Mmmm.” Jane responded and then continued. “I would take a moment to admire your beautiful rear end, allowing the site of those sexy panties to excite my pussy, and then I would then grab them in a bunch and tear them from you!” Amanda felt the first twinge of an orgasm but pulled it back and sustained herself. “I would kick each of your heels out a touch in order to get you in position, and then I’d take each of those butt cheeks in my hands and pull your ass apart.” Jane paused for a moment, and Amanda could hear heavy breathing followed by a swallow. “I’d place the head of my cock a half-inch away from your inviting pussy lips and savor the moment, while still holding that ass open. And then…slowly…” There was another pause. “Are you playing with yourself Mandy?” “God yes.” Amanda answered without hesitation. “Tell me what’s next.” “Yes.” Jane spoke with a gasp. “Next, I would push the head of my cock into your wet little cunt.” “Ohh yes baby.” Amanda gasped while aligning her masturbation efforts with Jane’s description, slowly inching her vibrator into her slit. “I can feel your opening conform to the girth of my fat, fake prick. I can feel it carry right through that plastic, and it’s like my clit is the cock. I push deeper, inch by inch until I’m fully absorbed, and feel the indescribable rapture of your warm ass cheeks against my belly.” “Ohh god Jane I’m cuming!” Amanda couldn’t contain herself any longer and let it rip! Her torso dropped hard onto the desk, mashing her tits into the keyboard while explosive spasms rocketed through out her body. Her fluids leaked out all around the vibrator, which she was still holding in to the hilt. Hard waves of pleasure crashed repeatedly and without pause. Amanda was lost and couldn’t tell for how long she had been cuming or when the earpiece had fallen out of her ear. All she knew was the most rapturous orgasm she’d had, literally, in years. She finally crumpled into her chair, removing the vibrator from her tremoring pussy and gasping for air. “Jane?” Amanda spoke, and finally realized she’d lost her earpiece. She quickly collected it and returned it to her ear. “Hello?” “My oh my. I was just getting started.” Jane’s tone was pleasantly dramatic and Amanda apologized, a little embarrassed. “I’m sorry.” “Well don’t be sorry, just tell me when we can get together.” There was a pause while sobriety climbed onto Amanda, but before she could say anything Jane chimed in. “I’ll tell you what Mandy. Why don’t you go sleep and we’ll talk tomorrow.” Once again this mysterious woman knew the exact thing to say to Amanda, who was starting to feel a little more for this woman than just a sexual attraction. “Okay. Thank you so much Jane.” Amanda’s words were genuine, feeling relieved to not have to think anymore for one night. “Goodnight Mandy.” Jane spoke sweetly, and hung up. Amanda sat in the aftermath of everything. Her mind wanted to begin to analyze, worry and extract, but her body refused. Without another thought Amanda laid on the futon and fell asleep.