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youngest, the baby. I have two older sisters, one used to hold me over the toilet while the other threatened to flush me. Wait here.”
    He went out and came back with a laptop. “Read,” he commanded. “Start from the bottom and work your way up.”
    The emails read:
     
    Mom, I know you and Dad hooked up pretty damn quick. I met someone and I think it’s happening to me. How long does it take to be sure?
    Science indicates somewhere between a second and a minute. Just teasing. I don’t think there’s a good answer. But I’m no expert; I only fell in love once. Haha! Why don’t you ask your father? He might be able to give a better perspective. In the meantime, CALL ME. I want to know all about this woman.
    Dad, sent this to Mom: “I know you and Mom hooked up pretty damn quick. I met someone like that. How long does it take to be sure?” She said to ask you.
    How long does it take to say a word?
    Seriously, I knew from the first word your mother said to me. Don’t remember the actual word, but I remember the context. Darwin said we get together to make things better; that was what it was, the thing that makes things better. If she does that to you, hop in your Jag, speed to Vegas and marry her. If I had had that kind of sense, you’d be a month older.”
     
    I was stunned. I scrolled back to the beginning and read it over. Then I studied the dates and times. I needed to collect myself before I said anything. When I did, I noticed the look in his eye. He was unsure of my reaction. I guess the man could show signs of insecurity. That in itself was better than him saying those three words. “So, we’re in love?” I said.
    “Guess so.” He hugged me and buried his face in my hair.
    “What are we going to do about that?”
    He kissed that soft spot right behind my earlobe and held me close. “I really don’t know. It just scares me.”
    “Me too,” I said and just held onto him.
    He was right about the temperature. I had to hold him or freeze to death. The next round of lovemaking that night was the one that will go down in my book of personal bests. He slowly hit every erogenous zone I had. I was shaking, I was so turned on and so alive to his every touch. I couldn’t get my mouth off of his and I ran my hands all over his body.
    He finally pulled me up on my side, moved his hand down the inside of my arm, brushing the side of my breast, then down across my hip to my knee, and pulling my leg up to open me up to him. As hot as we were, we didn’t do a lot of moving. Everything was gentle and slow, punctuated with little thrills and shivers. His hand on the small of my back moved me in little circles against him. It moved him inside me as well and he would hit the spot every few minutes, and I’d shiver from head to toe. We didn’t stop kissing, except when he teased me by licking my lips. Everything just felt right and perfect, making love for the first time after admitting to being in love. I don’t think it has ever lasted as long, but then again, there have been more than a few times that I lost all track of time when we were together, part of each other. He came when I ran my leg up and down his side a few times and the warmth spread throughout my body.
    When I woke the first time, it was still dark. One of my tits was cold, so I wiggled underneath him to get it on his chest. His arms came up around me and my freezing nipple melted under his warm tongue. He brought a hand up to replace his tongue and we started kissing. He brought his other hand up between my legs and slowly opened me up to his fingers and the way he rubbed and flicked me into an orgasm. He got on top of me and we melted into each other again. He warmed me up again from inside, and I didn’t let him off me as I fell asleep again.
    For the second morning in a row, I awoke to a hand between my legs.
    “You are not getting up this time until you finish the job,” I said. Then I licked his lips… well, sauces; goose, gander and all