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What is Yours ...

Date: 11/13/2014, Categories: Seduction, Author: aldenbradley, Rating: 7, Source: LushStories

of hurting her. And that doesn’t sound like something you’d do to someone you love.” I threw that last in just to tweak her. “I hate you!” she nearly screamed. “No, you don’t,” I chuckled. “No,” she said more softly, “You’re right. I don’t. Please don’t hurt Cheryl.” “I already told you. I have no intention to hurt her.” “Do you love her?” “I…” I began. “I’m very fond of her.” “Jesus!” she exhaled. “You do love her. You love me, too, don’t you?” “Of course,” I responded as if it was simple. “How can you love both of us?” I laughed. “I love all the Lisa that you are. And, I love all the Cheryl she is.” “You’re doomed, you know?” she said, not without compassion. “I know. I love two women I can never have for my own. But it is enough for me to love them. I don’t need to possess them.” “You’re going to die a sad, lonely old man,” she said. “I hate that for you.” “All of us have to make choices, Lisa,” I replied. “Oh, Jesus!” she exhaled in exasperation. “You really are a bastard.” ++++ The email was waiting when I pulled myself out of bed at 9:00 a.m. It had been a tough night for me, loading too many pictures for a bland web site, trying to spice it up with visuals to distract the viewer from the banal copy the owner provided. “Drew, I found us a place.” She gave me an address and told me to meet her there at 11. “Damn,” I grumbled, realizing I had only an hour to shower, shave, dress and get to the new flat Cheryl had found. I put the coffee on and dashed toward the bathroom. ... “Darling!” she greeted me, holding her face up to be kissed. “So I’m your darling now, am I?” I laughed as I touched my lips to hers. Her eyes sparkled delightfully as she grinned back at me. “So, let me tell you about this place. It isn’t much, really. Just a second-story walk-up. It has a bath, a single bedroom, a sitting room, and a small kitchen.” The neighborhood around us was clean and orderly. Small plots of grass marked a number of tiny yards up and down the street. I notice that all the buildings were painted white. “It’s a much better area than where I live now,” I remarked. “The rental agent is meeting us,” Cheryl informed me. “The owner doesn’t live here. She rents out a number of properties and the agent manages them for her.” “Did they quote you a cost?” I asked, almost afraid to hear the figure. “Five hundred,” she grinned. “Is that all? What’s wrong with it?” “It’s very small.” The agent arrived in a tiny car and simply pulled up to the curb. I caught a glimpse of long, attractive legs and silvery heels as she swung out from behind the wheel. “You must be Cheryl,” she said brightly approaching us. “I am,” Cheryl replied. “Dana?” “Yes,” the agent answered, giving me the up-and-down. “You must be Drew.” “Guilty as charged,” I said. “It’s Andrew, for the contract. Otherwise, Drew is fine.” “Well, let me show you around,” she said. “There’s no elevator, so we’ll have to take the stairs.” The external staircase seemed well-constructed of concrete and blocks in two ...