When I came, an explosion rocked me so speechless I couldn't even moan. The pleasure that washed over me was reminiscent of ocean waves across the sandy feet of two lovers running in the glow of the moonlight in search of finding their souls to open the haven so they could mate, becoming soul mates. And when it subsided and my body was no longer in an arch, reminding me of the Exorcism of Emily Rose, I would just hug her, tightly, and tell her how much I loved her. She said she loved me too, yet we had committed men in our lives, which prevented us from truly being together. She loved Pierre. I some-what loved Tay.
     And now she still had Pierre. And I didn't have Tay.
     Crying my ass off, I opened a suit case and threw in my folded clothes when the house phone rang. I froze, just staring at it. Complete silence...