Thorns and Hangovers

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And then it ended. Almost like a light switch going off. At first I thought they just needed recharging. But after the days, it became weeks. As my responsibility toward my clients reasserted itself, I thought it was just getting back to business. During those hedonistic weeks, we discussed options and settled on continuing my practice, but with added capabilities. Isabel would manage the home front and take over with client interactions (since it’s almost always via text/email, once she learned my patterns of writing, no one would ever know the difference). Tessa and I could work together or independently, again the clients would have no way of knowing anything changed. The only difference was we would have the option of taking more, and more complex, jobs. But since my clients never know about each other, even that wouldn’t make a difference. It seemed almost the moment we committed to going into business together, the sex stopped.

If I were ever inclined to staring in slack-jawed amazement, this would be the time. After a couple of weeks I had to revisit Rosie Palmer! I thought, with the new arrangements, she and I would be done with each other! Very frustrating. I really started to look forward to getting out on a job. At least I wouldn’t have the distraction of these two beauties, that, for some reason, no longer seemed sexually interested in me.

At first we took a little job, something to get the feet wet, and where we would probably lose money. Something I would normally ignore, but the women were strongly for it, so what the heck. I got to see Tessa in action, and accepted, once and for all, I was out classed and glad she’d never chosen to take me on. If things ever go sour between us, I need lots of room. She’s too dangerous to allow within reach when she’s angry. I did get a break from Rosie on the trip, Tessa seems to have recovered from our marathon bout of debauchery. I hesitated bringing up Isabel and her lack of interest. I find it almost interesting how subjects that I’d never given any thought to suddenly cause me to get uncomfortable communicating.