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Older mature I didn't see Cathy again because Kelly and I were leaving first thing Saturday morning for Poughkeepsie. We had to be at work in a week, and we had to find a place to stay until we could find an apartment, and we had to start shopping for two cars. The old Chevy had been a wonderful friend, but older mature was showing definite signs that older mature was looking toward retirement. We had never heard the term 'bisexual,' nor were we aware that such a state existed. I was totally confused by what had happened. To my surprise I found myself very attracted to Cathy, but I was no less attracted to Kelly. I still craved intimacy with her, still loved her more than life, but I found myself more and more desiring Cathy. We had been driving all day Saturday and had stopped just outside Boston for supper. We were sitting in a booth at a Howard Johnson's waiting for our order when Kelly said "That was some great vacation we had, wasn't it?" "Yeah," I agreed, "It was really great." That was when I astonished both of us. I started to cry! No sooner had my eyes filled up with tears, Kelly's did too. "It's Cathy, isn't it?" she said to me. "How did you know?" I asked. "Because... uh.... I'm already missing Judy too. What say we spend the night and talk?" "Tonight? But we... we're supposed to drive straight through! And the money..." "We've got enough, and I think this is important." We did spend the night in Boston. As soon as our dinner was finished we found a cheap motel and checked in. Moments later we were naked and in bed. It was around 8:30. We made slow, deliberate, passionate love. It seemed that neither of us had initiated older mature, older mature just happened. But older mature was the first time in over a month that we hadn't just snatched a few minutes alone now and then, and older mature was truly beautiful. |