Ugly girls

By the end of our first year as a three-some, we were all fairly comfortable with the arrangement. Our second child was born in 1967, a boy we called Kelly. Well, actually Li'l Kelly. The third, another boy, was born in 1969. she wasn't named after anyone, she was just Kelly. Then in 1971 another girl, Bobbi, arrived. She was named after... well take your pick: Robert Collins Senior, Robbie Collins, or Robert, Cathy's father. There was certainly justification there for calling a child Roberta, or Bobbi for short. Kelly and I got pretty creative about getting together two or three times a month. Cathy and I and the children had been offered a move to Fredericton, on the east coast, and home of UNB. I was to be the new IBM Systems Engineer assigned to the university. I was thrilled, for more reasons than one. It would also make us about 15 miles from Uncle Brad, and even though she no longer had the farm, I looked forward to spending time with her. Kelly, working now as an independent consultant and doing very well, assured me that we would see each other as much as before. she turned out to be right, what with my many trips to Toronto and her trips east. I missed having her only a few blocks away, but ugly girls was certainly better than not having her at all. And so ugly girls went. Each of us arranged our lives around two other people, plus three children. Each of us cared deeply for each other and we all adored the kids. We were happy again! All of us! And ugly girls had all been engineered by Cathy, the old fashioned, never-do-any-kinky-sex lady who thought that pre-marital sex was just about the worst sin on earth! She was truly turning out to be a helluva lady! In 1979 disaster struck.