give Michael anything that was in my power. Any experiment that he wanted to try, no matter how crazy it was, I’d be right there with him to do his bidding, to give him what he wanted.
“I dreamt of this Helen.” Michael confessed.
“You are the reason that I put this pool in. Whenever I swim I remember our time on the beach by your house and, of course, our time in Sandy’s pool.”
“This is something that Lu wouldn’t do with me even if she could. The intensity frightens her too much. Hell, we barely have a connection any more.”
Michael spoke with sadness in his obsidian eyes.
“This very morning Lu asked me to ‘kiss and go’ so I know she wants the connection to you.”
The news was good for him and a smile replaced the sadness; a very nice thing to see.
We stayed in the pool for quite awhile before I was completely exhausted and needed food and rest.
That night I went to their bedroom and copied my connection into Lu. The wave builds with each episode becoming more intense than the previous one. Before we got out of the pool we’d endured some slammin’ waves that wracked our bodies from the inside out with some nearly killer orgasms. Michael and I should have taken into consideration the increasing intensity or we would have gotten out of the pool much sooner than we actually did. For the ritual the three of us lined up on the bed with Michael in the middle between Lu and me. Michael and I needed to kiss and then Michael had to turn for the two of them to kiss. I had to tear myself away from Michael during our kiss and then again after the wave hit us. Even through the pain I handled the process but felt insulted as the pain stayed with me for hours after the deed was done. Alone in my room I cried and sighed deeply over and over until I needed to take action, so I got dressed and went for a run.
While I ran in the dark I allowed myself to feel the pain and to cry. I punished myself by pumping my legs as hard as I possibly could. As I ran, I thought about my strange life. The nearly insidious pull that Michael had on me, I compared to the comfort of Charlie’s arms and suddenly I was longing for Charlie and couldn’t get back fast enough to call him. Hearing his voice would give me peace, I was just sure of it.
“Hello,” Charlie answered in his sleepy voice.
“Hey lover, talk to me, I miss you more today than yesterday.”
“Oh God Woman, it’s good to hear your voice.” Charlie replied.
“Are you alright, you sound funny?”
“Now that I hear you, I’m alright. It would be nice to have your arms around me holding me and keeping me sane. They allow me to be crazy here and I take full advantage of it.”
“So, you’re taking pictures of our garden to their gardens, is that right?”
“Yeah, there’s probably more craziness to come.”
“Woman, would you promise me that you’ll be safe. I have plans for you when you get back.”
“I can hardly wait. I love you Charlie and I wish that there was a way that I could transport myself to you right now. We transferred my connection tonight and the price is anxiety and pain. It’s starting to subside now and I’m breathing easier.”
“Tell me why you do that woman, especially if it causes you pain. Can’t they handle their own sex?”
“I do it because of my need to please Michael. He wants the connection to Lu and I can give it to him, so I do. If I weren’t able to do it, he would be at our house much more often for a reconnect physically.”
“Is Tut near by?”
“Its near midnight, no Tut is not here, he’s asleep.”
“Ok, I’m going to hang up and let you get some sleep too, but first would you tell me again Charlie how much you love me, please?”
“You are everything to me Woman, I love you so much please hurry home to me.”
“Ok,” I said, “b-bye Lover.”
“Good night Helen.” Then Charlie was gone.
The next morning I had a quick breakfast and went off to see Wyatt. I knew that Michael and Lu would be sequestered in their room for the day because of the way that Michael craved the wave. They also knew that I would be disappointed if they didn’t use the gift that I gave them when it was most potent particularly because the process had caused me to endure all that pain. Michael didn’t know about the pain but he knew that it would be an insult to me if they were to ignore the effort.
Standing in the front of ‘The Miles’ was always a treat and quite impressive because the place was made of the most beautiful marble. The entry doors were enormous. It was difficult to fathom that I owned it. We used it for the work for ‘The New Holdings’ our name for my inheritance. We also used it for season openings for ‘Three Women’. ‘Three Women’ is the name of the design company that my sister and I established a few years back.
Not sure whether Wyatt liked it or not but I had a habit of surprising him when I came for a visit. I didn’t return often but when I did, I’d forget to inform Wyatt of my arrival. That day was no exception.
The grand foyer with the giant chandelier continued the elegance that was first captured on the front steps. I stood for just a moment taking in the beauty. There was a desk at the base of the right grand staircase with a pretty young woman staffing it. Before I got to the desk she pushed a button and announced me.
“Your next appointment just got here. She’s early, what did you want me to do with her?”
“Ask her to be seated and I’ll be right there.”
Wyatt’s voice was bright and pulled at my heart as soon as I heard it.
I continued to the desk and stood there looking at the young woman. She smiled very sweetly.
“Mr. Sussman will be right with you; won’t you please take a seat right there.”
She pointed to an office chair to her left.
At first I toyed with the idea of just walking in on Wyatt and shocking that sweet young woman but instead I was more civil than that. I’m sure my aloofness was showing; a side of me that I’m told I display to every new person I meet. If it’s true, it’s unintentional.
Wyatt was true to his word and was no more than two minutes before he came out of the office using his long stride to get him across the room faster than most could run it. He pleased me with a giant smile as he saw that the person waiting for him was me. I stood and practically ran to him. We embraced the most wonderful hug.
Since I’d started designing for him, he’d taken on nearly and entirely different persona. He wasn’t as reserved or controlled as he’d been when we first met. His confidence was his calling card. An interesting looking young man, angular with long lean lines; he wore the clothes I designed exclusively. He was so much fun to create for that the ideas just jumped into my head and I’d put them on paper as quickly as they came and then send them off to the ‘Three Women’ machine to be made up for him.
“Helen,” he practically sang my name.
