On Tuesday, December 8, 2020 at 8:28:30 AM UTC-6, Sqwertz wrote:
> On Tue, 8 Dec 2020 03:02:03 -0800 (PST), Cindy Hamilton wrote:
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> > On Monday, December 7, 2020 at 4:59:28 PM UTC-5, wrote:
> >
> >> The movie I most often recommend, and one that few seem
> >> to have seen is:
> >> https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QYknOe7OluE
> >
> > Would it have killed you to post the title?
> >
> > A Midsummer Night's Dream, 1999. I own a copy on DVD.
> [sticking finger down throat and gagging]
>
Well, no one would expect a real man's man like you to like it.
You'd really hate *Winter's Present*.

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Ian woke, and saw that the clock said 5:18. It took him a moment to digest that the time was PM, and that he'd slept only a scant few hours. He got out of bed fully dressed, but shoeless, and when he entered the living room, there was only Ann. His eyes flitted in several directions, and Ann, anticipating the question, said, "Winter's still sleeping." Ann detected the slight nervousness in his demeanor, and said, "She's OK with us."
Ian was startled, "Us? There's an us?"
"That we get along, that we like each other. It's weird what you two are doing, but it's only weird between you two. I think it's peculiar, and funny, but there is an us. We both have Winter, and there's only one of her."
"She truly is a singular person." Ian said it completely dryly, and it took Ann a second for it to register before she reacted.
"That's so exactly what she'd have said."
Ian agreed, and Ann told him, "I was looking at your videos. Can we have movie night?"
"That sounds fun. Did you have something picked out?"
"This." Ann showed him A Midsummer Night's Dream.
"Good. I've been wanting Winter to watch that with me."
"But you haven't had time, and it's because of me."
"That's true, but now that we've broken the ice, I'll get to spend more time with her, with the two of you."
Ann giggled, "Your video collection is funny. You really like pretty young women. "
"Are you suggesting that the reason I like you is that you're pretty?"
"No, and I'm sorry if it sounded like I was, but it probably makes you like me more. People are like that. Winter thought you'd like me, and not because of how I look, but me, and I trust her judgment. She was worried that I might be uncomfortable around you because you have sex with her, but I'm not. I spent years being told that sex was bad, by people who think about sex in bad ways that demean women, and want to punish women for liking sex.. I didn't even buy into that when I was little. I might be inexperienced, but I'm not naive. You're not like those people, Ian. Whatever you are," and Ann shook her head, "you're not that."
"She talks about me?"
"We talk about everything. We're in love." Ann exhaled through her nose in lieu of a chuckle. "Better than even odds that Winter wants us to be having this conversation. Ian, I don't think you're the least bit perverse. Know that. Really. Everything about this day has been positive for me; it seems like one of the most important days of my life."
"Did you get any sleep?"
"Probably about two hours."
"Me too, and she's most likely awake. I'll go get her."
Ian walked to the guest room at the end of the hall. Ann had left the door open, but Winter could not have overheard the conversation, and she was asleep. Her gentle snoring was familiar. Ian kissed her to wakefulness, and she purred before asking, "Where's Ann?"
"In the living room. She wants us to watch a movie tonight."
"Really? We were looking at your collection earlier, while you were cooking. Did she pick anything out?"
"A Midsummer Night's Dream, and before you ask, she chose it herself, with no prompting from me."
Winter looked at the clock on the nightstand. "It's almost six. You know what I feel like?"
"More and more every day."
Winter threw a pillow at him, "No, what I feel like doing tonight. How much beer is in the keg?"
"It's almost full. I've had maybe, five or six. So you want it to be a movie and beer night?"
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> -sw

--Bryan