Intrigued by my dreams of merging lovers and Coral’s comments on the attributes and liabilities of Gemini’s, I picked up a book on the signs of the zodiac to read on the train journey home. Of particular interest — concern, really — were these two assertions on the negative side of the ledger:

Gemini’s are adept at using their outward attractiveness to gain their own ends, and will use any weapon in their arsenal to pursue their desires. Even as they consciously strive for honesty and sincerity, self-interest will drive them to use unscrupulous lying and cunning evasion for the achievement of their goals.

Their intellect is both nimble and strongly analytical, the downside being so great an ability to see both sides of a question that they vacillate, finding it impossible to make firm and lasting decisions.

Astrology, though intriguing in its way, is not a “real” science. I couldn’t fully bestow the planets and stars with the ability to craft my destiny. Even so, these observations about Gemini’s pierced me to the core. I was exactly like this. Worse, I had to stop being like this.

It was just after three in the afternoon when the train brought me home. I’d left my car in the Amtrak parking area, and when I got behind the wheel, I saw a familiar BMW flash its lights from a nearby space.

Mira. I’d told her before leaving when I would return, and there she was, waiting and probably dripping onto her leather seats. She pulled out of her parking space and I did the same, bringing our windows side by side.

“I’ll follow you home,” she said, looking desperately radiant. “Unless you want to jump between my legs right here.”

It felt as though I’d grown a watermelon in my throat the whole drive home. Repeatedly glancing in my rear-view mirror, chills raced through every part of my body as snippets of my immersion time with Mira sounded in my brain:

Follow this voice, Mira. Follow Michael’s voice.

Follow… Michael…

I glanced in the mirror, trying to make out Mira’s expression, but there were too many reflections to see. Besides, I already knew how her eyes would be focused, her jaw set. My dilemma came into a new kind of focus. It wouldn’t always be so literal, her car tailing mine, but Mira would follow me and my cock because I’d made her follow me and my cock.

I had created the situation, and the situation was this: The only woman in the world I might want to fuck more than Coral was Mira. Conversely, the only woman I wanted to fuck more than Mira was Coral. It didn’t matter what rational thought brought me to — my throbbing cock wanted to be squeezed between two sets of irreconcilable thighs, placing me right in the middle of a sexual paradox.

And the set of thighs in the car behind mine had only one gear — fast-forward towards Michael’s cock — thanks to my handiwork.

We didn’t even make it to the new beanbag chair inside my living room. She pressed me into the front door the instant I closed it, and I ended up slumping to the floor, where she quickly lowered my pants and underwear to gain access to the flesh-totem that my hypnotic commands had turned into her god of endless need.

I had this weird emotional split playing inside of me as she tongued the tip of my cock, her lips full with anticipation. I can give this up, I silently repeated, even though every physical sensation in my body said otherwise. It was somewhere during the time that Mira tore her skirt away that the words, or the intention behind the words, became completely meaningless. I watched as she slowly, teasingly, pulled her thong panties down every inch of those impeccable dancer’s legs, and I knew that my willpower was no match for her ravenous pussy. The immersion commands that had turned her into my fuck-toy boomeranged back at me through her overwhelming physicality, and I couldn’t resist her. The truth was, in the presence of Mira, I only had one gear, too. I couldn’t be near this woman without every cell in my body and brain feeling pornographic.

She fucked me senseless there on the floor. It felt somewhat like a dream, and in this dream I ran my tongue up her legs, clutching at her body because I never wanted to let it go. I drove my tongue deep inside her, tasting her immersion-inspired lust and finding it hot and sweet. When our bodies shifted and it was my cock driving into her pussy, every in-thrust was like a promise that we would fuck again and again, every out-thrust like a cry within myself to find a way to make it stop.

Bright sun streamed in my living room when Mira finally flew out the front door, promising to see me again in three days. I felt physically and emotionally drained, and barely managed to push the door shut. I sat there among my clothing and the scattered mail that had been pushed through the slot during my absence. That was the difference — making love to Coral was ordered, and like being enveloped by a warm, wet breeze. By contrast, Mira’s power was wild and chaotic, fucking her the equivalent of sticking my dick into a pussy tornado.

This had to stop. I could never stop it. But it had to stop. But Mira would never let it stop.

It was the phone ringing that finally motivated me to stand, and put on my pants.

“Well?” Grace’s voice probed. “I’ve been waiting for you to call with the full Coral report. How was she?”

“Thanks for asking about the lecture, Grace. It went really well.”

“Fuck your lecture. How was Coral?”

“Coral was really… nice.”

“I’ll bet she’s nice. And I hope you unwrapped her total package to taste her delights.”

I kept silent.

“Did you? You fucked her little self every which way, didn’t you?”

“Grace… A little privacy, please.”

“Privacy my gorgeous ass! You don’t think my keeping your dirty little secrets comes without a price, do you?”

“Oh God. Here it comes.”

“Just three questions, slave. One, you two did it, right?”

“Right.”

“Two, you’re into each other? It’s not just physical?”

“We’re very into each other. You might even say that we’re extremely into each other.”

“That makes me really happy.”

“Me too.”

“So three: Tell me that you’ve uttered the words ‘It’s all over, Mira’ during the past week, and I’ll mind my own business.”

I fought the urge to remain stubbornly silent and admitted, “I haven’t quite done that.”

“Coward! Are you crazy?”

“Probably. Definitely.”

“But you and Mira haven’t… You didn’t, did you?”

I kept quiet again.

“Christ, Michael! Is she there right now, blowing you while we talk?”

"No. She left twenty minutes ago.”

“You fucked her again!”

“Not exactly. She… fucked me.”

“Ahhhhhh! I can’t believe I’m hearing this! What do I have to do, put a leash on your dick?”

“I’m taking care of things, Grace. I know it doesn’t sound like it, but…”

“You’re fucking crazy! I’m going to fucking call Mira myself and…”

“Don’t do that.”

“You need help! Mira has fucking hypnotized you with her legs and cunt!”

I was tempted to tell her how wrong she was, and how much of a bad boy I had been. But I couldn’t. I just couldn’t. “Listen to me, Grace. Mira is… obsessed with me. It’s going to be difficult ending this.”

“Backwards! You have it all backwards! You’re the one who’s obsessed, Michael! The woman throws those legs and that wild and undisciplined cunt at you, and you’re lost!”

“Maybe so. But I’m taking care of things in my own way. You need to back off.”

She fumed, her breath heavy on the line. “I love you,” she said. “You know that. But I don’t love this side of you. This side is fucking crazy. This side needs a therapist.”

“I know, I know. I’ve been reading about my Gemini split. I’m battling inside, I really am.”

“You have to conquer your inner demons, Michael. You have to or you’ll lose everything. I don’t know if I could bear to watch you go down in flames. It would be such a waste.”

“Believe in me, Grace. I’ll win. The lovable side will win. That’s a promise.”

I called Coral late that night.

“I really miss you!” were the first words out of her mouth, warming my heart. “I had a great class this afternoon and went out with a girlfriend for dinner. I told her all about you, I couldn’t stop myself. We had fun, and it was such a good day in every way, only… I wanted you here.”

“This part about living in two different cities really sucks,” I said.

“I’ll have the whole summer off. If you carved out a room for me to work in, I could stay with you until the middle of August.”

“That would be great,” I lied, imagining every sort of calamity. I didn’t even know if I could have Coral down for a visit, much less shacking up with me.

“I went too far, didn’t I?” she probed. “You aren’t ready to think about being with me seven days a week.”

“It’s not that. It’s just that… Well, it would only be a temporary solution. August would roll around and we’d live five hours apart again.”

“I don’t think I can move, Michael. It’s hard getting a tenure-track teaching position. I can hardly believe I landed this one.”

“I would never ask you to leave it behind.”

“And you can’t just up and move, either. You have your clients, your practice… How long would it take to start all over in a new city? Years?”

“Several years, I’d guess.”

“Meaning it’s impractical.”

“Very.”

“Which leaves us talking on the phone like this, even though I’d rather be in bed next to you.”

“You’re in bed right now?” I asked.

“Yes. And Scarlet is curled up on the end of the bed. I think she misses you, too.”

I could picture it all perfectly. “What are you wearing?”

She was silent for a few seconds, but then she answered, her voice soft. “A little nothing of a nightgown. Why?”

“Just completing the mental picture. Are you wearing panties?”

“My, you really want a detailed picture, don’t you?”

“A vivid picture of certain things, yes.”

“Pervert.”

“So? Panties?”

The sound of the phone being cradled on her shoulder. “I was wearing panties, but no longer. I just tossed them on the floor.”

Instant erection.

“It feels really good, being uncovered and… open,” she added.

“You’re a natural tease, you know that?”

“Me? I’m just a lonely woman hundreds of miles away. A woman with no panties. A woman… rolling… her nipples with her fingers.”

“Jesus Christ.”

“You started it.”

“Are you still touching your nipples?”

“We’re having phone sex, aren’t we?”

“We are if you play with your nipples for me.”

”Oh… I’ve, um…” I heard her hiss. “I’ve never done this before.”

“Touched yourself?”

“No, silly. Phone sex.”

“Do you want to stop?”

“No, it’s too late to stop. I’m already… I think it’s your voice. I’ve somehow come to associate your voice with… Mmmmm… With that. It must be Freudian, unless it’s Pavlovian.”

“Keep touching your nipples for me, Coral. Harder.”

“You’re obsessed with my tits, Michael. This is why I wear vests so often — because men can’t seem to get enough of my tits. They leer like I have spinach stuck to my chest.”

“Stop playing hard to get. You secretly love that I’m obsessed with your body, especially your breasts. You teased me with them that very first night, in the restaurant.”

“You noticed.”

“I noticed. You know exactly what you have, and you wanted me to obsess over them.”

“I was flirting. That’s different than…”

“Pinch your nipples, Coral. Now.”

“Oh… Oh God, that feels so good.”

“Pull on them, one at a time. Back and forth.”

“You… keep talking. Tell me how much you love my tits.”

Now we were getting in gear. I reached for the lotion that Mira loved so much, and massaged her with my voice. “They’re perfect. I never even knew tits could be so lovely. And your nipples are incredible, like fucking fantasy nipples. They should have their own names.”

“There’s a little tie in the middle of this nightgown, Michael. I’m untying it and… They’re free. Free to play with. Free to… Oh God, I’m… I’m going back and forth, pulling at my nipples, like you wanted. They’re hard, Michael. Both of them are so hard for you.”

I stroked, and could feel things quickly heading towards critical.

“I can hear you pumping yourself,” she whispered over the line. “Pump that hard cock for me, Michael. See me in your mind, my legs spread for you, my nipples standing up high and firm.”

I did as she said, and heard her breathing fast and heavy into the line. “I’m… close,” she whispered.

“Imagine my cock between our tits,” I stroked. “Imagine my hands kneading your breasts, squeezing them and wrapping them around my hardness.”

“I love you!” she groaned. “I want you inside of me, driving in hard…"

Her words were like cum-poetry to my dick, and I began to groan, and spurt, and I was pretty sure I heard her coming, too.

“God, I love making you come!” she cooed enthusiastically into the phone when she could speak again. And then she told me that she’d think of me all night, and touch herself every time she did. I didn’t know whether she’d have a night of orgasms or just a night filled with warm sexy touchy thoughts, and the funny thing was that it didn’t really matter. She’d be dreaming of me, and making love with me in her mind. She loved me, and I was pretty damned sure that I loved her right back, and I told her so.

“You make me feel warm and hot all at the same time,” she said, before ringing off. “That’s a special talent. I don’t know if I can ever give a man up if he has a talent like that.”

I felt warm inside, too. Everything was right with the world. Everything except the little chills of fear at the base of my skull, because the whole seduction of Mira had begun with phone sex. She could reach out and touch me anywhere, anytime, and totally ruin what Coral and I were coming to.

I had fallen in love with Coral, and because of that, I said a prayer that night. It was an honest-to-God prayer on my knees by the bed, the sort of act I hadn’t even contemplated since grade school. My cock ached from coming and there were other reasons for feeling sort of silly about asking for help from above, yet my wish was sincere, and I hoped the sincerity might convey my thoughts to the heavens.

I cannot see a way forward. Help me find some way to resolve this. Help me to see the correct path, and give me the strength to act. Help Coral. Help Mira. God fucking help us all.

A distinct pattern emerged over the next several weeks. Sitting in my office, barely listening to the concerns of my clients, I would silently practice saying the words that would shove Mira away forever. I felt like a politician needing to give one of those administration-saving speeches, where the tone and content had to come together perfectly, otherwise all was lost. I imagined a monologue that was compassionate but firm. I imagined Mira listening with misty eyes, distraught and perhaps even crying. I imagined her throwing some kind of emotional fit, perhaps throwing things or slashing the tires of my car as she stormed out of my life.

I also imagined the immersion commands creating an unbreakable resolve deep within her soul, preventing her from absorbing any form of logic or appeal. Her immersion-activated pussy would refuse to let go, and she would grind her hips into me, my cock pressing into her tunnel even as I tried to resist. Perhaps she would give me an extra-special striptease, with seamed retro stockings and a leather bustier. Perhaps she would give me an even more extra-special blowjob, desperation fueling fires in her mouth that would transport my cock to a new plane of sexual existence. Perhaps she would even leave Taylor, and shout her love for me to the whole world.

In other words, my well-meaning thoughts about saying good-bye often turned into cock-stiffening fantasies or outright nightmares. By the time Mira actually showed up at my home to fuck, a combination of fear and lust squashed any ability to launch into my speech. I wanted the sex because the sex was volcanic, and I didn’t want to end the sex because… Well, the reasons were legion. Mira and I barely conversed during her visits — the “relationship”, if the word even applied anymore, was purely sexual, purely about our obsessions finding form through the instruments of our shuddering bodies. She would arrive at my house with her pussy on fire and leave with my cum deposited somewhere on or in her body, and the smell of her hypnotized cunt would be all over me as I talked long-distance to Coral on the phone.

A part of me felt awful every time for betraying Coral. Likewise, it ate at me that Mira would suffer when I did manage to find a way to end this. I knew my behavior was despicable on so many levels, but I couldn’t find a workable way to change it. The only game plan that held out a shred of real hope depended upon placing Mira in the immersion state to reprogram her sex-jets, much as I had done with Rosita. Several times, while she lay cum-drenched and shell-shocked in her post-orgasmic glow, I concocted some unrelated reason that Mira should place herself under my hypnotic control again, and her response was always some variation on this rejection of the idea: “We already tried that to shore up my marriage and cure me of wanting to be your lover. Your techniques worked for a few days at best. I don’t really respond to them, and I don’t want to change a bit of this anyway. The sex is unbelievable and I’m more alive than I’ve ever been in my life.”

I had to take certain precautions to hold disaster at bay — I told both Coral and Mira that my answering machine had broken down, which bought some protection from the most obvious collision. It was no more than a band-aid, though, as Coral began to plan a weekend where she would come down to visit, and stay at my house. Such a thing could never be allowed to happen, of course, as Mira’s appearances were both regular and unpredictable. Coral’s school schedule kept the issue at a distance for a bit of time, but for how long? Spring break, that’s how long. Something had to happen before Coral’s school let out for spring break.

Two significant things happened the week before relationship Armageddon loomed. The first came in the form of an e-mail from Rosita Bello:

Michael-

Click this link if you want to see how my body and soul still ache for your touch. I know I was the one who broke things off, but that never means that I don’t dream — constantly, every night — of what we had, and how torrid it was. I’ll always be grateful to you for your help, and I’ll always feel at some level that this body was made to please you and you alone.

I’m still dancing at the club, but I’ve begun to model for an internet site, and my first photo-set and video is up on the web now. I’m really happy with it — they’re paying me well and treating me with respect, and they say I have limitless potential. Memories of you were draped all over me when I posed for the still camera, and what you’ll see in the video is meant specifically for your eyes and always will be.

I still get so wet any time I think of you. I masturbate constantly, remembering all we did together, and how that felt to me. I thought about returning to seduce you someday while they shot the video — you’ll see what that did to me.

Your temptress from afar, who will always love you, Rosita

I clicked the link and there she was being introduced at a well-known big boob site, going by the name Rose Bloom. And holy shit she was looking fine. The still photos were well lighted and the volume of Rosita’s massive breasts almost seemed to leap free of the computer monitor. Then came the video, where she stepped into a shower and fell into a masturbatory fantasy while soaping her boobs and teasing her cunt with a huge black dildo. I didn’t know whether or not the typical internet model faked their orgasms in these kinds of videos, but I knew Rosita well enough to be certain that she truly lost it when she lost it. Either by luck or skilled direction, the camera zoomed in on her face as the quakes shot through her body. Her eyes bore right into the lens and I saw her lips — almost imperceptibly — mouth my name. As intended, I replayed the video and masturbated, Rosita doing the trick for me from miles away.

The second significant event was the biggie, the answer to my prayers that changed everything. I received a call at my office for a meeting with a team of administrators from a major university hospital in Coral’s city. A few higher-ups from the hospital had attended my lecture several weeks before, and wanted to discuss “certain consulting possibilities” with me. What that meant was never made entirely clear — I had been providing long-distance consulting services for several addiction treatment centers in recent months, and assumed the hospital wanted to explore a similar kind of arrangement. That’s what I wanted this to be about anyway. It could mean finagling the occasional paid trip up to see Coral, and already served to place me up there when she’d been planning on being down here, in the minefield of my life.

My sweetheart (as she liked to call herself now) and I met at a movie theater near her apartment, and we fondled each other like school kids in the next to last row in the dark. Coral wore a short skirt and a fire engine-red blouse with a plunging neckline, and I took the cue as intended, falling in love with her amazing breasts all over again. Ten minutes into the feature I brought her to a muffled orgasm by playing with her nipples and sliding an eager finger in and out of her tight tunnel. Because I was so totally in love with her tits, I drove my cock between them not thirty seconds after returning to her apartment, barely pausing to greet and pet Scarlet, who wanted more attention than we were ready to give. Coral guided us straight to her bed, where she bared her twin treasures and pushed them together with her hands, creating an inspiring cleavage crack that just begged to be filled. With the addition of some lavender-scented massage oil she had bought just for this purpose, she gave me one hell of an inspirational tit-fuck, flashing a smile of complete delight when I groaned and erupted all over her neck.

We ate carry-out Chinese later that night, and fucked doggie-style for dessert. We awakened early the next morning to a heavy downpour, and stayed in bed and fucked with her on top, her boobs bouncing all over my face. Later, after giving Scarlet a rain-soaked walk in a nearby park, we took a hot shower together to get warm, and fucked once again.

None of which surprised me. She was horny from the long wait and all our phone-sex, and though I’d been a naughty boy humping Mira and her hypnotized miracle legs for weeks, Coral’s beauty and love was inspirational, getting me hard again and again.

The surprise of the trip came later that afternoon, when I dressed up and left the fucking behind for my meeting at the hospital. Four hours later, with her bare legs curled beneath her on her couch, Coral listened over a glass of wine while I gave her the news.

“Remember when the idea of using the immersion technique for pain management came up before? They want to fund research on the use of my techniques, Coral.”

“What does that mean? Hypnotizing people with chronic back problems?”

“Possibly. But their focus is more on hospice care. One of the big debates about pain management towards the end of life involves the use of drugs that might inadvertently weaken or even kill the patient. On the one hand, a physician is supposed to do no harm. On the other side of the argument, caring for a terminally ill patient means alleviating their suffering. If the immersion technique could be tailored so that drugs became unnecessary, or the dosages lowered… This could be breakthrough territory, Coral. This could be a completely new direction for my work.”

“So you’d teach your techniques to hospital staff?”

“That would be a part of it, but you’re missing the bigger picture. They want me to conduct the research full-time. In person. Here.”

“But that would mean…”

“I’ve been offered a job. Here in the city.“

“Oh my God. What… How much are they offering?”

I told her, and her eyes went wide. She looked like she was about to leap through the ceiling, but a sudden thought stopped the celebration.

“You’d have to give up your practice.”

“Or put it on indefinite hold. It’s a major life change if I do it.”

“Are you… What did you say?”

“I told them that I needed to sleep on it. I’m supposed to let them know my decision in the morning.”

Her wide eyes became probing. “You’d move up here?”

“I’d move up here.”

“And… you want to move up here?”

“You’re here, aren’t you?”

Coral took a huge swig from her wineglass, then carefully placed it on the side table, her hand trembling. She stood, and began to pace in her familiar way. “Somebody needs to pinch me, because I think I’m dreaming,” she said.

“I’d be happy to pinch you in strategic places,” I said, trying to ease her obvious tension.

“Are you telling me that you’re going to do this? You’re going to move up here?”

“I could have come back from the interview a little earlier than I did,” I confessed. “I took a long walk in your neighborhood, thinking about all of this.”

“And? You’ve made a decision?”

“I have. I’ll only take the job if you’ll marry me.”

She laughed, the sound ending abruptly when I didn’t laugh, too. “Wait,” she said. “You’re… serious?”

“Completely. And don’t make me hypnotize you into saying yes.”

She paced with her head down, her tits heaving through her blouse. She looked like she couldn’t get any air.

“You haven’t even met my parents!” she exclaimed. “We can’t… It isn’t… This is crazy! We haven’t been dating long enough, and… Weddings take planning, and…” She began to gasp in a way I’d never seen even during sex, her breasts looking like they might explode through her shirt. She gulped, and shook her head, and then something changed inside, and her face suddenly went alight. “Scarlet? Are you okay with this? It affects your life, too.”

The big German shepherd was lying on her side on the floor, and began to wag her tail.

“Then it’s settled," Coral declared. "Las Vegas? We could invite only the few people we’d need to invite, and skip all the other crap!”

“Brilliant!”

I fell in love all over again as she lost control of her reserve, leaping up and down into the air, her tits bouncing. She rushed over and flung herself onto me, a full wrap-around body hug where we toppled onto the sofa together, our bodies so tight that we might as well have become one.

“Yes!” she screamed into my face. “Fucking yes!”

“I’m still going to pinch you so you’ll know it’s real,” I said, slipping a hand under her blouse to find a big warm breast and a big enticing nipple.

We drank too much at one of the city’s finest restaurants that night, enough that everything felt unstable even as my cock was squeezed inside Coral’s tight love box afterwards. Coral kept laughing about how fast this all was, and how she would never do such a thing. Only she was going to. We’d even picked out a date on the calendar to fly to Las Vegas for the ceremony and a stand-in honeymoon.

The rational side of Coral had arisen during dinner, and we agreed to go through with everything except the actual wedding to begin with, giving us a chance to spend more time together to make sure we weren’t delusional. I was fine with it — I had no doubts about the bond forming between us, despite my recent behavior. We’d pick out a house together and I’d move up to begin my new career, and if everything went well we would get married in the middle of June, a month or so after her classes concluded. There would be time to meet her parents and get an official blessing for the event, and I’d be reasonably entrenched in my new job, We’d have no “official” honeymoon until Coral’s winter break, where we could travel to some warm clime and luxuriate for three weeks, snorkeling and drinking margaritas and making love on white sand.

I was totally ready to marry Coral Brackedge, which had come as a bit of a surprise. I suppose I thought — abstractly — that I’d get married some day, and this was definitely the right woman. To look any further would be pure idiocy. She was perfect for me, and the feelings I had for her were profound.

Would I have wanted it to happen so quickly if I didn’t need to flee Mira, though? Probably not. Although maybe. I really didn’t know. What I knew was that I could never win an outright fight with Mira’s immersion cunt. I had to run to get away — there was no other choice.

Coral and Scarlet fell asleep that night before I did, and I lay there in the dark, deliriously happy and a bit proud of myself. It felt like I’d slain a commitment dragon, and fate or my feeble prayers had delivered a neat and tidy way to cut myself off from Mira’s hypno-lust in the bargain. Coral might never need to visit my home — which I would immediately put on the market — avoiding a potentially messy scene. I could give Mira the news after giving her a final good-bye and good-luck fuck, and then bolt for the hills. Whether she freaked out or came to the grim realization that our secret relationship, like all good things, could not last forever, would not matter in the end. Whatever her response, it would take place well outside of Coral’s sphere, and with the loss of our love nest, Mira would need to make her marriage work or find a new lover to shove those divine legs in front of. With both distance and time, my sexual sins with Mira Cassidy could fade neatly into the past.

That was the plan, anyway. It was a good plan, too, given the circumstances. I loved Coral, and took the whole marriage thing seriously. Mira might not have given a shit about commitment to her spouse, but I would. I could promise Coral that.

Especially while I had Rosita Bello giving me personal internet shows to beat off to. It would be like having a secret lover — which my divided Gemini nature seemed to require — with no actual contact and zero complications.

I rolled into Coral in the dark, cupping one of her breasts and giving it a loving squeeze as she slept. The word “obsession” kept filtering through my brain as I began to drift off. Mira could go worst-case and harass me with phone calls, or she might even track down Coral and make some kind of ugly scene. But I couldn’t really see her behaving that way, even with the immersion lust eating at her. And if she did… Well, I’d deal with it somehow. This was the best I could do, and I’d have to go with it. There were no other solutions.

What about your own obsession? a quiet voice asked from somewhere in the shadows. No problem, I answered, feeling the big breast in my hand. I could be obsessed right here, and turn a new leaf with my sweetheart, now my fiancé. She was everything necessary for me to be a better man. I could fight the demons in myself, not only for myself, but for her.

For my love.