Chapter 40

“Feel like a snack?” Cindy asked Theresa.

“Oh ... I don’t know ... maybe.” she replied, still dejected from Sheila’s refusal to join them.

“Well, come keep me company, even if you’re not hungry.” Cindy said.

“Sure, Okay.” Theresa said.

Once in the kitchen Theresa asked: “I wonder why she didn’t want to sleep with us?”

“Probably to give us time to talk, alone. She’s one savvy lady.” Cindy said.

“That she is ... talk about what?” Theresa asked, puzzled.

“Look Theresa, I realize you’re very taken with her ... but Jesus ... You only met her this morning. What’s this about asking her to hang around?”

“What? What’s wrong with that? I like her.” Theresa said.

“I like her too, but not that much this fast. Remember, we have someone else who lives here too.” Cindy said.

“Oh, John will just love her, I’m sure.” Theresa said, dreamily.

“God, listen to yourself, Theresa. You just met her this morning! It took you over a month to decide to share John with me. Now you want to share him, and me, with this woman after just one day?” Cindy said.

“But ... I thought you liked her.” Theresa said.

“Look, I do like her, she’s adorable. Utterly adorable, and fairly savvy as a business person. That’s what she’s here for. About the business. Let’s not let our pussies run away with our minds. The simple fact is that we don’t really know anything about her. What’s she really like? How does she react when somebody leaves the top off the toothpaste or when somebody we both know and love leaves the toilet seat up? What are her ethics like? That all takes time to find out.” Cindy said.

“Oh ... she’s alright. You saw how she opened up when you asked her what her personal life was like.” Theresa said.

“I just wanted her to be open about something that was fairly obvious from almost of the start. She was fairly drooling over us all day. “ Cindy said.

“But she told you ... Isn’t that honorable?” Theresa asked.

“No ... that’s honesty, which is not the same thing. And if she’s so honorable, then why didn’t she ask us how John would feel about us making love with her?” Cindy asked.

“But John said we could ... specifically.” Theresa argued.

“Yes ... and I’ve wondered about that ... But she didn’t know that.” Cindy said. Inside her mind a piece fell into a puzzle and she suddenly asked herself: “Or did she?”

“I don’t know. Maybe she assumed it was okay ... because we started it.” Theresa said.

“You really think that? Because we made the first moves towards her physically that we started it?” Cindy asked.

“Well, yes.” Theresa said.

“Oh my dear sweet innocent naive lover. You’ve got a lot to learn about the world. Your very first woman besides me and she sweeps you off your feet without you even realizing it.” Cindy said.

“But she was your first woman besides me ... and she swept you off your feet too.” Theresa said.

“Wrong on both counts, love. I had a lover after you left town and I let Sheila sweep me off my feet. I was fully aware of what was going on from shortly after she got here.” Cindy said.

Theresa looked hurt. “You had another lover?” She asked.

“Yes.” Cindy said.

“Who?” Theresa asked.

“Doesn’t matter. That’s over, I’m here.” Cindy replied.

“But you never told me!” Theresa cried.

“It wasn’t your business. Look Theresa, you left town, remember? You didn’t say good bye, you didn’t say you’d be true to me ... which you weren’t, you didn’t say a word. You just disappeared. At first I was worried sick about you. But I figured you were a big girl who could take care of herself. Besides, there wasn’t much I could do about it. I went on with my life.

“One day I met an older woman. She gave me a certain look and well, I figured out what it meant and gave it back to her. We made love ... Lots of love. God we did it morning noon and night. Like you and I did last time John was gone. I never told you about it because it was between her and I. You weren’t involved. It was none of your business and still isn’t.”

“But ... but ... I was true to you!” Theresa cried.

“Oh really? Have you forgotten John?” Cindy replied.

“But...”

“I know, somehow he doesn’t count, right?” Cindy said.