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Part 5: Kim's Change Of Life, And An End To The Story.

Andrea and Kim argued. Frequently. Kim became very emotional. She got nauseous at cooking odors, especially when Andrea cooked. She wasn't looking her normal self, and Andrea became frustrated that she didn't want to make love nearly as often as before the divorce party. I pissed off Andrea when I announced that I had bought a house down by the water, and would be moving out over the next month. Things weren't turning out as she had planned. My star was rising, Kim's was not. Women were coming to me at a rate that allowed me to be quite selective, and money was coming in by the armload. I now had a place where I could provide Jeffy a stable, comfortable home. The timing of all of this was great for me, but hell on Andrea. I was completing our split, and Andrea had no say in the matter. I was moving out.

Andrea moped around the house as I shuttled out my belongings. Curiously, Kim looked increasingly nervous. I left everything we had acquired during our marriage. I contemplated selling my house to Andrea for a pittance. I decided not to. Though I had done nothing vindictive to Andrea to exact revenge in any way, it just seemed wise to retain ownership and let her just live there rent free. It was no skin off my nose, I didn't need the money, it remained a great investment, and what grounds would she have to demand c***d support if I was letting her live there for nothing? I took so little, the house didn't look at all emptied, except for my room.

One night I announced I had moved everything, and would be gone by the next day.

Andrea was visibly upset. I guess somehow she thought she had the best of all worlds, her family intact and a hot sex kitten purring in her bed. Still, I was surprised that Kim was the one to object vocally. She made one lame excuse after another why I should stay. Andrea suspiciously asked Kim why the sudden change in attitude towards me. Kim then dropped the ultimate bombshell.

"I want my baby to know its Daddy."

I had to work very hard at my poker face to stifle a laugh. I had much practice at showing zero emotion around these two, but I still had to work hard at this one. Andy and I always joked about how fertile we were. We never had to wait long to know one of my swimmers had won its race. Apparently the team was still quite healthy, because I had only fucked Kim that one time. I had considered this possibility even then, so this wasn't totally a surprise to me. It also was not entirely unwelcome, I loved my k**s! There was plenty of room in my new place for another c***d, and I certainly had the means to get help. I would be happy to have a new baby in my life.

"My baby can get to know his or her Daddy all it wants, but it'll have to be in my own home."

Kim began to tear, "This is your home."

"Not anymore! This situation worked because I made it work. It wasn't easy, and still isn't comfortable for me. I can afford something different now, and I need my own place. I need to feel at home when I'm home. Here I'm intruding."

I never fought with Andrea the way she and Kim now argued. Andrea's vocal assault on Kim was relentless. "How could you do this to me? How could you cheat on me?" Boy, that one was a hoot to hear! "I can't believe you're having a baby without considering my feelings. You ripped my life apart telling me a woman's love is more special and tender than a man's and then you fuck the very man I left!"

She finally chased Kim from the room with her tirade. Kim left, blubbering like a baby in that inimitable way a pregnant woman can after bursting into tears. Andrea just sat and directed her stare at me. She must've come to realize everything she had just shrieked at Kim could have been something I said to her a short time ago, either when she informed me of her own infidelity or when we had our third c***d, which had been her decision over my concerns and objections.

"I guess you probably know how I feel."

I just looked back, still struggling with that poker face.

"So are you happy now? Is this like, revenge for you?"

I looked at her blankly. I found the irony kind of funny, but I didn't wish pain on anyone. I just looked away, and left for my new house. It was time to make it a home.

I didn't know what Kim expected from me. I was clear all along that I didn't love her. Did she envision me moving in and setting up house with Andrea as the odd man out? Me, the loner at the peephole? Did she think we'd somehow work this into a cozy little threesome? As erotic as that sounded, it just wasn't how I was wired. I didn't hear from either woman for a week, until I stopped by to pick up Jeffy to spend the week with me. Andrea had him packed and ready to go.

"I don't blame you, you know. I'm not mad at you for fucking her, I guess I deserved something for how I treated you."

"There was nothing vengeful about fucking Kim. She was hot, I was horny, and once we got started she felt so damned good, I used her every way I could. But there was no thought of you, no revenge! To be honest, there was no thought of her either, it was just an act of pure lust."

"How can you do that? Don't you need an emotional tie?"

"Think of it for a minute, a sexy woman comes to me, daring me to fuck her. With a body like Kim's and those tits poking my way. You know what I'm saying of all people, she got you so hot you divorced me for her. I got hard so fast, it was as if I was eighteen again. Then she took this attitude with me as if I weren't man enough to handle her. So of course I had to prove her wrong! I took her right there, grabbed her shorts and panties and fucked her right through the leg openings. She was so wet, I felt like I was fucking an eighteen year old as well. No lube, no foreplay, no love. Two a****ls in heat. Then when I finished, I put my dick in her mouth to clean off, and you know what? She loved it! Imagine that, some women actually get off on giving head as well as getting it."

"Jimmy, you never made love to me like that!"

"You never wanted it like that. If I got a little bit physical, you'd stop and push me away mid-hump! And did you ever give oral like you actually wanted to? Like you might be enjoying it? No Ma'am. No, you found me repulsive. Kim licked and sucked like I was a gourmet meal. And if she came to me wanting it again, I'd be ready."

"But you got her pregnant!"

"Yeah funny huh? I get to be a dad again, only this time I don't have to deal with the pregnancy hassles. She's your partner, she lives in your house, so you get all the "daddy-to-be duties!" You get to be there for the nausea, the headaches. And the 'Not tonight dears' that go along with them. You get to do all the housework and the parenting of the older k** when she is down for the count. Remember being on bed rest for months? Better hope she carries the baby better that you did. Your frailty was exhausting!"

"You never complained then!"

"No I didn't, that was part of my role. I didn't complain because I loved you, I was the dad, the mom to the older k**s, the cook, the dishwasher, the maid, and the chauffer for everybody, because I loved both you and the baby we were bringing into the world."

"Are you going to do that for Kim?"

"I loved you then, I don't love her, so no. I'm going to be the kind of father to the baby that I was to our three, but you are Kim's partner. You get those other jobs."

Awkward silence. I broke it.

"You love her. Go take care of her. After all, your going to be a step-mom to your k**s' half brother, or sister. Or will you be a step-dad…it's pretty confusing!"

I took Jeffy and left.

My relationships with Kim and Andrea didn't change much for a month. Andrea always had a nervous unsettled nature when she was unable to make love, and she had that air continually now. It was strong even when I saw her at work. Kim must have lost her sex drive while pregnant, and Andrea never liked to go without for long. I have to confess, I wasn't doing without, and part of me was enjoying the irony of the shoe being on Andrea's other foot.

I wasn't doing without. Being single was actually quite cool, and Andrea had supplied a steady stream of partners with her little divorce party. A little suffering that night had paid off. Karen wasn't the only friend of Kim and Andrea's that I saw. Ellen, Andrea's other friend from the party that had passed out and spent the night spent hours with me in the recording studio. She was a great singer, and played piano better than I. She could also lay down a violin track, so had become one of my favorite session musicians when making a new demo. Her work had paid off for me as I kept selling songs, and now had 4 well known artists using my work as well as several commercials and short soundtrack segments. It had paid off for her as well though as my licensing company had noticed her and signed her to a contract. She was working on her own album, and was using three of my songs.

Ellen had no difficulty in figuring out ways to repay me. She was a master of the blow job, and truly loved giving them. She was all about oral sex, which was her attraction to other women, and her connection to Kim. I never fucked Ellen, but I sure enjoyed the attention of her lips and tongue, and enjoyed putting my tongue on her lips as well. Ellen was particular in how oral had to be done to her. She would guide me through the paces of exploring her pussy. I didn't need to guide her efforts at all however as she was an expert.

We would take a break from recording, and she would swivel my chair to face her, slide my pants off and suck me to erection. She had a technique she described as eating a banana without teeth, and it literally pulled the blood out of circulation to swell me to hardness. She would then shift to the ice cream cone technique, licking around to keep it nice and neat, not melting in the heat! She would spend extra time in those sensitive spots which she knew as well as if they were on her own body. Then she would change to the lollipop technique, engulfing it in her mouth, and pulling it back out while suckling the flavor from the skin. I almost hoped she'd bite to find the chocolaty center. Ellen insisted on oral sex during almost every break we took.

"Somehow I need to repay you for my studio time, and besides, you taste good!"

I was in a state of near bliss. I had my own house, decorated according to my taste. The music played there was according to my taste. I was secure in my profession, and nearing an age where I might consider an early retirement from school, and spending my time working my own hours composing and free-lancing.

Andrea came to pick up Jeffy one day, and arrived early. We had just started to eat dinner, so I invited her to join us. I felt very at ease now, having had plenty of time to adjust, having landed squarely on my feet, and having replaced her in nearly every way she had been a part of my life. It felt right having there as a friend now, and especially as Jeffy's mom. She seemed to appreciate the situation as well, and remarked what a beautiful home I had made.

"I am a bit jealous you know."

Now how was I to respond to that? Exactly, so I didn't. I just waited for her to continue. Then I just listened to her, as I had nothing to gain from commenting.

"You've done so well since you left me. You have a beautiful home, a new career making you all kinds of money, Jeffy adores you, Suzy too. Do you know she still barely speaks to me because 'I dumped Dad? And Even though Gary says he understands why we split up, he wishes we hadn't."

"Andrea, I know it's just semantic, but it bothers me when you say I left you. You do realize you did the leaving in our relationship don't you? I just moved out. After the fact."

She looked down, knowing full well that I had been nothing but devoted and faithful, that our current state was really her doing.

"The thing I regret," I continued "is that I was too stupid to know what was going on, too blind to notice you looking elsewhere for love. It will always depress me, knowing I wasn't enough for the one person I really needed in my life, and knowing I wasn't smart enough to detect that."

Awkward silence followed. Andrea searched for the words to say, and I had no inclination to continue. I went on with dinner. I probably would have lost my composure but for Jeffy clowning around and playing "footsie" beneath the table. He was so happy the three of us were together. Now for all Jeffy's disabilities, his strength was people. He had a way of bringing out the best in people, and no one could be in his presence for long with out cracking a smile or being the recipient of a world class hug.

"Mommy, are you moving?"

"No, Mommy isn't moving, Daddy moved," she answered.

"No, Mommy is moving to Daddy's house with Jeffy."

In all of the change swirling around our lives, Jeffy was the big loser. As much as I had tried to shelter him, our split up had affected him, even before I moved. He needed a steady environment, the American dream with two parents and a loving environment. Andy hadn't lost sight of Jeffy, but in the last few months, in spite of our divorce agreement leaving her custody, had left most of the parenting to me. Perhaps this suddenly resonated in Jeffy's statement of his desire for her to move in with us. I could see the tears well up in her eyes, and asked Jeffy to go into the kitchen and get another glass of milk. While he was gone, Andrea composed herself.

"I thought somehow this would be easier. I thought I could have a new adventure with Kim and somehow you guys would be fine. I thought….. No I guess I didn't. I didn't think it through at all. Jimmy, I'm so sorry I hurt you. I'm so sorry I hurt Jeffy. I really do love Kim, and she makes me feel so special, well at least she did before she got pregnant."

It turned out that Kim's lack of libido had left one void, and what was turning out to be a weak pregnancy was causing many other problem. Kim was going on bed rest immediately, or risked losing the baby. It was a familiar scenario to us, as Andrea had been on bed rest for all three pregnancies. It was ironic that now, she was experiencing the difficulties I had known as the spouse of a woman with a difficult pregnancy. Along with all of the demands of time and effort to care for someone who was seriously disabled, you had to deal with the sensory quirks, aversion to smells or cravings for tastes, sensitivity to temperature, a desire for closeness with no thought of sensual contact, wide emotional swings, short temper. Yes, I knew too well what Andrea was going through. Hell. And suddenly I looked like heaven.

I was in shape, Kim was incapacitated. I was even tempered Kim ran hot and cold. My house was well kept, Andrea was slaving under Kim's demands. I was sexually active, Kim was cold to the touch. Andrea looked at me like I was an ice cream sandwich on the hottest day of the year. She began to send signals, the same old familiar flirts, looks and postures that helped her find me in the first place. I deflected them by keeping Jeffy squarely as the center of attention. She lingered after dinner, before taking Jeffy to her home. She seemed to feel very much at home in many ways. In others however, she was a fish out of water. After all, she was now in a house that was clearly mine, bought and decorated to my taste and paid for through my efforts. She was looking at her son, so comfortable in this home, welcoming her and asking when she planned to move into his new house. When we finally packed Jeffy in her car to go, she sighed as if she really wanted to stay. As much as I missed her, I was relieved when they finally drove off, leaving me in my solitude.

That night I dreamed of Andrea. I saw future scenes, with she and Kim happily playing with the baby and me on the outside looking in. I saw past scenes, with me and Andrea playing with our k**s, and Kim on the outside looking in. I saw the present, with all of us pointing fingers at each other, and all of us miserable in not having what we really wanted. With each episode I woke in a cold sweat. I tried to put Andrea out of my mind, but not since my divorce had it been so difficult. I went to my studio thinking I could work my way to sleep, but each song I worked on turned Andrea's way. This time my dream took a decidedly different path.

Like a scene from an old Broadway musical, I saw my past life with Andy and the k**s. I saw the k**s traipsing off to school as Kindergartners and returning with mortarboards after their college graduations. I saw Kim, dressed in black flowing silk, looking evil. I watched Kim take Andy right from my arm, cast her aside, and then come for me brandishing a long steel rod…

I awoke in a cold sweat. My subconscious thoughts really surprised me. In spite of people talking behind my back, busting on me about allowing my wife to be stolen, the truth I clung to was that I really didn't want a woman who didn't want me. If she didn't know what she had, she wasn't good enough to have it. The thoughts troubled me, and my mind drifted to better times.

I dreamed of our vacation at the Cape just before graduation from college. We stayed at her parents vacation home, with both sets of parents, a total of 5 siblings, a set of grandparents an aunt and uncle, 2 dogs and a cat. There wasn't much chance for two young lovers to be alone. Someone was sleeping on every bed, couch, and open space on the floor. But we got away by taking a walk on the beach to "talk." It was twilight, but most people had gone home for the day, so the beach was nearly emptied. No sooner had we cleared the dunes and were out of stragglers sight than Andy whipped of her shirt and shorts. We clung to each other in the dark releasing all the pent up desire that had stored all week.

Again I woke, the memories had stirred old feelings for Andrea, and I actually missed her.

I remembered the special dates, vacations, birthdays, and the nights our k**s were born. I realized I would have those always, and along with them, I would always have a soft spot in my heart for Andy. But what I would not ever have again, is the kind of love we shared until Kim came along. I knew my love had died when I realized I had no desire to touch her, even at dinner when things were so comfortable and pleasant. I had no need to talk to her anymore about how I felt. I didn't need her like I used to. I didn't trust her like I used to.

I decided to go for a run. I always thought more clearly running. I would come up with ideas and solutions of a caliber that never seemed to occur when I wanted them. Something about running took my mind off the forest and let me see the trees. First it came to me that Jeffy needed to move in with me permanently. He needed the stability I could give him. Then I decided my baby would have to move in with me also. Kim wasn't exactly mother material, and Andrea was no more mentally ready to deal with a baby than with Jeffy. I had means to hire help during the day, so the k**s could be at their home instead of a daycare. I had plenty of room. Kim and Andy would always be welcome to visit, but only as guests. After all, they were the mothers of my c***dren. I had made everything work out to this point, I was determined to handle this challenge too.

I worked hard to prepare my home for a new occupant. I finished a room into a beautiful nursery, and spent hours with Jeffy explaining what a new little brother or sister would mean to us. Andy and Kim hadn't argued at all when I started keeping Jeffy longer and longer, until now our custodial roles reversed, and I had him most of the time while he lived with Andy only every other weekend.

Kim was a demanding patient, and Andrea was less than patient as a caregiver. She was never a great cook, and was always less than meticulous at keeping house. Everytime I saw her, she looked exhausted and run down. I took Kim to every doctor's visit, though she expressly didn't want me in the exam room, so I waited dutifully in the outer office every time. We spoke a great deal about Kim's health issues, and discussed what the doctor said at length, but she didn't want to plan for a life raising our c***d. Finally, one day on the way home she confessed that she didn't think she could be a good mother.

"Nonsense," I replied. "Instinct takes over. You'll be fine."

Although we talked it over, I didn't feel like I had convinced her, and I began to plan for the multiple paths this little adventure could take. What if Kim was right, and wasn't mommy material. Would Andrea help her? Might this drive them apart? How could I best introduce the baby into Jeffy's world? How could I continue to build my new career if I wound up being the primary caregiver to both a newborn baby and a teenage boy with severe issues on the autism spectrum? I began to look for help.

I advertised in papers and contacted agencies. I found many competent nannies for a newborn, but few that felt comfortable with Jeffy too. Those few were ready for anything for a reason, they were desparate for a job, and lacked the qualifications or the character I was looking for. I began to think I'd have to let my work rest with the songs I'd already finished, and become a full time Dad, when I met Sofia.

She didn't respond to my ads. She wasn't looking for a position. She was living with her sister Anita for the summer following her graduation from college. They had both immigrated from Eastern Europe, Anita first when she met her husband who served in the military in Europe. Sofia had followed four years later to attend college.

They liked to sit near the same spot where Jeffy and I sat by the pool at our beach club. They were obviously enjoying their summer together, and weren't quietly guarding the content of their conversations. They were very friendly with Jeffy and I, and Jeffy and I both had fun with Anita's younger k**s. Plus they were gorgeous! Sofia was a tiny thing, and looked like you could pick her up and carry her under one arm. She was beautifully proportioned, and turned all the male heads when she walked down the pool deck towards the clubhouse. Anita was a slightly older version of Sofia, dirty blonde, curves where they were needed, and very trim for a mother of two in her very late twenties.

Late in the summer, their conversations turned to what Sofia was going to do for a living. Anita was worried that Sofia needed a reason to stay in the country now that her student visa had expired. Anita was concerned that Sofia hadn't looked for a job, and was wasting her summer away. Sofia defended herself saying she needed some time and space to write, and if she wasn't making a living at it in 5 years, she'd get a regular job. It was the grasshopper and the ant, the classic argument between an artist wanting the freedom to create and the voice of reason expecting calling them to the task of supporting themselves...with an immigration agent thrown in for variation. Anita didn't feel she'd have room for Sofia once the school year kicked back into gear and the house got busier.

"It just won't do for you to take over the living room permanently! You need an apartment or at least a room of your own!" Anita admonished her.

"I can help."

They both looked at me with blank expressions as I spoke up. I explained my need for help with my k**s. I offered her separate living quarters in the spacious but unused in-law apartment above my garage. I offered her a good salary, great since she needed to pay no rent or utilities, and since meals came with the deal. I explained that I worked at home most of the time, and that between the two of us, we should both be able to find time to write and still cover the needs of the k**s and keep the house in order.

"You'd be near your sister, you'd help me out, and you'd have the freedom to write all you wanted while living in a household that really gets the needs of an artist."

Anita paused for a moment, then began to reassert her position that Sofia needed to find a responsible position, although the offer was appreciated…

"I'll take it."

Sofia made up her mind on the spot. She wanted, more than anything to write, and develop her craft. Her decision silenced Anita, who seemed satisfied that a decision was made, and Sofia would have some direction in her life that didn't involve spending the fall and winter on the couch in Anita's living room.

The months passed, and late one night I got the call from Andrea that they were en route to the hospital. I raced there myself, and when I arrived, Kim was already fully involved in the labor pains of c***dbirth. To me, this is a woman's most beautiful moment. It is that time in her life when the guard is totally gone. She doesn't care about her hair, or her looks in general, but she looks beautiful nonetheless. She can say anything she wants, and no one takes offense. She can scream without anyone holding it against her. None of it matters in her determination to deliver her baby.

Kim did all of the above, but finally, hair askew, face red and sweaty, body racked with pain and nearly exhausted, and a scream that was heard in the next county, Tina was born. The doctor carefully handed my daughter to the attending pediatrician, and two separate teams went to work, one attending to Kim, one to the baby. Kim's was exhausted, as I massaged her shoulders while not once taking my eyes off my daughter. Finally the pediatrician handed my baby to Kim, to hold telling us she was fine, a beautiful and healthy baby girl.

Kim's arms did not come up to hold Tina. She was exhausted sure, but Andrea always eagerly foind the energy to hold the other c***dren at this important moment. The pediatrician looked at me, and I eagerly took my little girl in arms. In my joy, I didn't notice Kim drift off to sleep.

Andrea and I were both dumbfounded at Kim's lack of interest in her daughter in the delivery room, but were more surprised that her lack of emotion continued once she had rested. She nursed reluctantly, but wouldn't hold the baby more than the time required to feed her. Andrea was obviously jealous, but was still enamored with Tina. She was thrilled to hold the baby, and had a real hard time understanding Kim's detachment. That detachment reached its low point when Kim determined that I would be the baby's primary caregiver. Tina would live with me. I didn't understand, but I didn't argue. I took my daughter home.

Sofia was a wonderful nanny to both the baby and Jeffy. Jeffy was old enough to understand a boy should like a pretty girl, and she had him wrapped around her finger. The house ran very smoothly, and we saw a lot of Andrea, Kim and Anita. My older k**s flew home for Tina's christening, and spent the week doting on their new sister. She looked so much like the other three had as infants, that Andrea couldn't help doting on her too, and her jealousy was replaced by love for the baby.

I held a huge clambake for Tina's christening party, and invited everyone I knew. We had relatives fly in from all over, friends from school, friends from my life with Andy, the entire cast of her divorce party showed up, most of who were now closer to me than to either Andy or Kim. Karen was there in a seductive dress as if to remind me of how long it had been since our last no strings attached booty call together. Ellen was there, and when she politely kissed me on the lips upon her arrival, made sure to slip me just enough tongue to remember how skilled she was at using it. Andy walked around like nothing ever happened, like she was still the woman of the house. Kim was there too. She was terrified of being responsible for a c***d, and wanted nothing of being a mother, but wanted to be there to watch Tina grow. She kept her distance most of the time, but managed to hold Tina just enough to let her know she wasn't going to be a total stranger.

Sofia was so good with the baby, and flourished in my household. She treated Tina like her own daughter. Plus she was sexy as hell. She was however a bit young for me, so I kept things on the up and up, one up for the state of my cock and the other for the state of my zipper. Good thing Ellen and Karen visited so often.

I thought an awful lot about the rollercoaster emotions and sexual relationships I had held with so many of the guests. Strangely, none of those thoughts aroused me. A year ago, I was clawing at a peephole, spewing my orgasm all over the inside of a tiny closet I was so frustrated and continually horny. Now all I felt was calm. I felt strong. Something that had nagged me for this whole episode of my life no longer nagged me, was satisfied. I couldn't put my finger on it.

Later, most of our guests had left from the christening party, and only Andy, Kim, Sofia, Anita and my k**s remained. Karen and Ellen lingered as well. As I served coffee and we looked at the pictures we had all taken during the day, talk turned to how our lives had changed since last year. I listened calmly as Suzy told us how upset she had been, but how proud she was that I handled it all so well. She apologized to Andy for shutting her out all year.

Kim apologized too for how she treated me at first, but actually said she loved me now, and since she was going to be a shitty mom was glad her daughter had such a beautiful father. She announced that she and Andrea had come to an understanding, that they really didn't understand each other well enough to remain a couple. My older k**s eyes brightened, and Andrea looked right at me.

Anita was a bit uncomfortable with all this sharing, and got up to leave, Sofia and I showed her to the door. I smiled and thanked her for coming. Sofia walked her to her car. As I watched them go, Andrea had come up behind me.

"Jimmy, I'm so sorry. I understand if you aren't interested, but I'd like to become a bigger part of your life again."

"It's nice of you to say. But I think I may just stay where I am for awhile."

I looked her eye to eye. There was no way she could read the pain she had caused me in my eyes. She couldn't read it because Tina had erased it. I could read the rejection register in Andy's eyes however. As nicely as I had phrased it, a rejection was a rejection, and now Andrea was faced with the prospect of going home to a house that was quite empty except for memories, many of which were of promise that would never materialize. I had no interest in discussing the issue, and turned to go back to the living room.

Kim handed me my daughter, and suddenly everything was right again with the world. There I sat, surrounded my sons and by all the women that meant most to me in my life, all of my favorite lovers, plus my two beautiful daughters with their mothers. I understood the hole Andy had left in my life had been filled. I had many someones to grow old with. Some of them were my history, and I would grow old with memories I would always treasure. Some of them were my legacy, my k**s, whom I would cherish and watch over as long as I lived. Some of them were my colleagues, artists and writers whom I could share beauty with every day. Some of them were lovers, with whom I could share times of passion and physical heat. Some of them were friends, whom I could call on to share short pieces of my life's journey. I was sure this circle was still growing as well. There would be new memories, and new lovers, and new friends with adventures and episodes yet to come.

One realization leads to another. And the light my thoughts had finally cast on this group of women showed that in the end that it was my ties to them that had set me free. I didn't raise a ruckus when Andy told me of her thing for Kim. I let her go peacefully without dirtying the love I had held for her. By taking my love affairs with Karen and the others at face value, enjoying those times for what they were, but without putting too much emphasis on them, I was able to find the difference in and a balance between having sex and making love, that made me feel very at ease with women, whether romantically interested or not. By controlling my emotions when they could have gotten the better of me, I was able to channel the energy the created into a creative vein that became quite profitable.

Andy gave me three beautiful k**s. She was my first love, and will always be the love of my life. Though I sound mushy talking about her this way, that mushiness is based entirely in nostalgia, in the past. She betrayed my trust, and I knew I could never get that back again. No matter how sorry she was, or friendly we became, I knew I could not get back to a point where I could live with her again, and the idea of even dating her was uncomfortable. The thought of making love to her was turned my stomach

Karen and Ellen released me from Andy emotionally. They opened my eyes to the merit of being with a woman just for the sake of the good times living in the moment. They inspired me to reach for new achievements artistically. They remained my good friends, and from the looks Karen gave me during the party, I knew I'd be hearing from her very soon.

Kim gave me the best gift of all. My older c***dren were born when I was so young, that I always assumed that someone was Andy. I assumed she'd be there when they left for their own lives. Kim gave me Tina, my late in life treasure. That gift brought with it the realization that maybe someone to grow old with didn't have to be a wife.

What started out unconventionally ended predictably. I left Andy in the end. So did Kim. I suppose Andy will spend a couple of months alone, but eventually she'll settle down with someone. I hope he, or she, is good for her. Kim has more commitment issues than most of the men she criticizes so vigorously. She can't commit to a partner, even one who makes such great sacrifices in order to win her favor. She cheats as readily as anyone. She couldn't commit to her own daughter. I hope she finds peace too. Jeffy loves his new house. He fishes and goes kayaking right off the dock behind the house. He was in walking distance of the beach club, the mini golf course and his favorite eateries. Andy visits him often, and takes him for weekends and vacations regularly. My older k**s forgave their mother for leaving our marriage when they saw how happy my life became in her wake. After all, I wound up wealthy, renowned, in a beautiful new house on the water, in great physical shape, and with a sex life I wouldn't believe if I weren't experiencing it. I guess you could say I traded up.

I held Tina gently to my face, and as I looked her in the eye, the circle of women got so quiet you could hear them holding their breath. I kissed her forehead, called her my little treasure, and thanked her for coming into my life. I had my someone to grow old with, and I intended to savor every minute of our life together.

Epilogue

It's been nineteen years since that fateful day when Andrea changed my life. At one time I would have said she ripped my life apart, but no more. Tina graduated from High School last spring, and is off to college. Jeffy grew up as well, and needed his independence. He is living in a small group home near the beach, where he works as a maitre d' in a restaurant. Actually he owns the restaurant, courtesy of his dad, but his manager runs the place for him, and he gets to earn a living doing what he does best, talking to people and making them feel welcome and at ease. Andy re-married, but after a year realized the guy was a lazy freeloader, and divorced him. Imagine his surprise when he found out she didn't own the house, and he got next to nothing in the divorce settlement. She retired from teaching and shortly after got a new roommate…Kim. Kim never got in between a couple again. Kim and Andrea reconciled as friends, but never paired up as a couple again, though I suspect they still spend and occasional intimate night together. She is friendly with me, and actually loves Tina, who knows her as Aunt Kim. I told Tina the truth about her mother as soon as she was old enough to ask, but she never changed how she regarded Kim. My older k**s have families of their own, an bring the grandk**s by every chance they get. My daughter tired of living abroad, and actually bought a house a quarter mile from mine.

Ellen had a great career as a songwriter, though never had a hit song of her own. She also worked as an agent for my friend, and took over his firm when he retired. Karen married and had a beautiful family, with 8 k**s. I still miss her booty calls, and suspect she does too. My lovely chauffeur had actually spent her time working for her dad, who owned the company. She took control when he died, and began to charter busses and airport shuttles. Even though she made a fortune, every time I called for a car, she drove.

Sofia spent 6 months living with me, taking care of Jeffy and Tina. Her residency status was threatened, and in order to avoid problems with immigration I married her. Yes it was a marriage of convenience, but it didn't take long for Sofia to treasure being introduced as my wife. She loved Tina and Jeffy as if they were her own c***dren, even though Jeffy was actually closer to her in age than I was. She became an enormous part of our day to day life, so much so I couldn't imagine her gone.

The night she was given the oath of citizenship, she came to my room. It was dark, and I knew from her voice she was crying. She thanked me for all I had done, and was very emotional. I sat up and put my arm around her. She rested her head on my shoulder.

"Is it over?"

I knew she was talking about our marriage. We had slept separately, all those months, and never even kissed, well at least not romantically. I had never brought a lover home, and she too had stayed away with her dates, though they were few. We had in all respects maintained a marriage, except for the sex.

"You will divorce me now? I must leave Tina and Jeffy? And you?"

I looked at her beautiful face as it glowed a gentle blue from the moonlight in the window. Her tears glistened against her cheek, and I tenderly wiped them away.

"No, Sofia, you stay. Stay as long as you like."

"I have been good wife to you? I make a good mother to Tina and Jeffy? "

"Yes you have, and you are."

"Then no divorce."

I just began to realize what she wanted. She wanted to stay. She loved me. She stood and removed her robe. She slid beneath my covers, and pressed her body close to me.

"I will be very good wife to you."

I came to realize she was right. She is the perfect wife to me. I realized that feeling of not being able to imagine life without her was love. I had been so pre-occupied with all that had gone on in my life, I hadn't realized how much I did feel for her. When she slid under those covers, I felt something I hadn't felt with Ellen or Karen or Kim or…well you get the picture. This time the heat was more intense. Every feeling was more magnified. She took my clothing and slid it from me, then….

Wait, I know I told you everything about my other women, but this is different. I love Sofia, so there are details you don't get to know. I wouldn't have ever told you intimate details about Andrea either, until she ended the story. Sex is one thing, but making love shouldn't be shared with an audience. Before you make love, you lock the door.

Sofia did become a writer, and we celebrated when her beautiful novel hit the best sellers list. What can I say, we were a fit! We spend every moment we can together. We take dance classes every week so we'll look good every Saturday night dancing at the country club. We travel, have an active social life, hear concerts and tour museums. We both love to cook, and take turns in the kitchen. It is good to have a young wife, she infects me with her energy and joie d'vivre.

Best of all is Sunday afternoons. Every Sunday we wake up late and have a leisurely breakfast in our sunny kitchen. We go to church, stop for lunch, and then in the afternoon we go walk the beach. We come home, and I take her hand. I lead her upstairs, and lock the door.