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"What do you mean?" Alicia asked.
"I mean, what's next? Engagement, or marriage, or what?"
Alicia appeared flustered. I said quickly, "Well, we haven't decided anything about that, yet. We're just taking it day by day."
Kathy drained her wine glass. "Day by day? You're putting me on. Hell, you two live together. That's pretty serious, if you ask me."
"Well, we are serious about each other," I said truthfully to Kathy.
Kathy turned to Alicia and said, "If I was you, Doc, I'd marry this guy in a minute. I mean, he cooks, cleans, sets a beautiful table. I bet he even gives massages."
Alicia smiled and said, "Oh, he gives more than that, much more."
Kathy laughed heartily. She said, "Are you trying to tell me that he's good in bed as well?"
Alicia, so help me, blushed prettily. Kathy laughed again. Twyla looked annoyed.
"Does anyone want dessert?" I asked."
Alicia said, "Why don't we wait a few minutes, then have it with coffee in the living room?"
We adjourned to the living room. Kathy said, "Phillip, darling, would you be a dear and get me another screwdriver?"
I made Kathy another drink, and put the coffee on. Then I put on some music, rock music this time, after asking Twyla her preference. I dimmed the lights, and sat down on the love seat with Alicia. Kathy and Twyla sat on the couch, close together. Twyla seemed to have relaxed a little, and she leaned into Kathy while we all sat and talked. Mostly we talked about the hospital, but we talked about other things as well. Alicia played with my hair. The evening had, so far, been a success.
After a while, I roused myself and asked, "Does anyone want coffee and cake?"
Kathy refused. She seemed mellowly drunk by now, and her eyes were drooping. Twyla said, "I'll take a small piece of the cake, and some coffee." Alicia also said that she would have some.
I got up to go to the kitchen. Twyla got up and said, "I'll help you, Phil."
She followed me in, helped me cut the cake and pour coffee.
"I really like Kathy," I said. "She must be a hoot to be around."
Twyla moved close to me. I could smell her perfume, and, for the first time, I noticed cleavage in the d__ccolletage'. "She is," she said quietly, "but she's very bossy and insecure sometimes. Can I tell you something, Phil?"
"Sure," I said, suddenly not so sure.
"Kathy's hinted around about, well, kinky stuff. Like maybe bringing in a man, or another girl. I'm not really comfortable with it."
"Oh," I said. "I'm not sure that I should be hearing this, Twyla."
"I know. I don't know if I should even be telling it, but you seem like a nice guy. I feel like I could probably trust you." She moved even closer and started to embrace me. I gently but firmly took her arms down, and stepped back.
"Twyla," I said, "if you're having a problem with Kathy, you should be discussing it with her, not me. I think you're very nice, but we've only just met. I mean, we hardly know each other."
"We could remedy that," she whispered, stepping closer.
"No, we can't," I said. "Now, let's get this food served."
"Funny, I do this all the time at Kathy's house, too," Twyla said.
I paused. "You do?" I asked.
"Yes," she said. "I'm practically her servant. I do everything for her: clean her house, wash her clothes, cook for her. And now she wants to do some kinky stuff during our lovemaking."
"Well, don't do anything you don't want to do," I said. "I mean, really want to do."
"Hey, are you two ever coming out of the kitchen?"
Twyla and I came out, served the dessert and coffee. I put on one more CD, some mellow rock that I knew Alicia liked. I sat back down beside her on the love seat. Leaning up, I whispered into her ear, "I love you, Mistress." She squeezed my hand.
"Oh, you two look so good together!" Kathy said. She turned to Twyla and said, "Don't you think so, honey?"
"Don't call me honey, " Twyla said, and abruptly got up off the couch.