We awoke a couple of hours later and were still about an hour from Milwaukee. The train was running a little late. There was lots of pillow talk between Catie and I about how we felt about the train trips and our week in Portland. The remainder of the trip back to Chicago was normal, at least for Catie and I. We cumpleted our anal sex challenge by anal cum filling of Catie in Wisconsin and Illinois before getting off the train.

It had been an incredible two weeks of my life and it wasn't over yet.

This trip to Oregon was intense. There was much more actual risk and it had many more opportunities for things to go badly off the track (using a train metaphor). When we stepped off the train after two days of some very exciting travel from Portland to Chicago, it was nice to experience some warmth compared to the unusually cold temperatures of Portland (or even the cold temperatures of St. Paul earlier in the morning). We both had questions (doubts?) about our choice to stay on the train to come back to Chicago rather than staying in the Minneapolis/ St Paul area (Ted and Annie's home was in Bloomington). As Catie pointed out just before we got off the train, we could have been cavorting around naked in their house and maybe fucking with many more partners at just that moment. The thought was of that alternative experience was exciting.

Now that we were back in Chicago and fresh from our "swinging experience," an interesting question was what about any plans with Jody and Mark? One thing was certain, any situation with Jody and Mark would be in circumstances that were far less "sophisticated" or "experienced" than what Ted and Annie could or would provide us. All that we knew was that Jody had raised Catie's interest in a threesome experience with Mark and he indicated that he was receptive. But what was unclear was whether the extent of these "plans" had been mapped out for him. Did he know, for example, that the real threesome was with Catie, him, and I?

We took a taxi from Chicago's Union Station back to Catie's apartment. It was nice to be back in her apartment. But, it was cold in there because she had set the thermostat back while we were gone. As the apartment began to warm, she made a couple of phone calls. The first call was back to Oregon to let her family know we had made it back to Chicago. After that, I called my ex-wife to let her know that we were back in Chicago and to talk with my son, since we hadn't spoken in several days. One of the things that had changed was that our son was invited to an overnight party on Saturday night. He wanted to be able to stay with his friends and I told him that was fine, that I would see him on Sunday and that he could spend Sunday night with me. My ex-wife and I worked out the details on when and how to make that exchange.

One of the next calls was to Jody to let her know that we had made it back. We agreed to get together for dinner because it would take some time to warm Catie's apartment.

We drove to a local restaurant to meet Jody. Mark was out of town (somewhere in Canada) and wouldn't be back to Chicago until late Friday night. Most of the dinner included a plain vanilla conversation of how everything was going with Catie's dad, how Catie's family was doing, how my family was doing, and a number of other topics. But we finally did get to the topic at the top of mind for both Catie and I, multi-partner sex. We wanted to know just how much conversation had occurred between Jody and Mark on what Catie had wanted to do. It turned out that it was an almost passing conversation about Catie's (and mine) sexual experimentation. The short story was that a threesome/foursome that included Mark didn't seem like it was in our immediate future. So, the more likely pathway to explore this area of our sex life existed with newly found friends in Minnesota.

We did give Jody some sense of what Catie and I had experienced on the train with Ted and Annie. I know that we presented them as a lovely retired couple of Swedish descent. And we shared the fact that we both swapped partners for at least part of the time on the train. Catie went on to describe some of the sensations from being penetrated by both Ted and I. Catie told Jody that she'd give her a more complete "report" in a more private setting than the restaurant. I didn't know whether Jody had a different idea of what Catie was looking for when Catie first floated the idea of a threesome with Mark, but I thought it had to be much clearer to her now. If anything, she might have been taken by surprise by what we had chosen to do.

And neither Catie, nor I, mentioned the videotapes that we returned with as a result of Abby's recording sessions.

Jody asked if we were "going out" or going back to Catie's apartment and Catie indicated that the apartment had probably warmed up and that we were going back. Catie invited Jody to join us, but she declined (citing work). Catie was still on leave through the weekend (as was I). We said our goodnights and Catie and I drove back to her apartment. It was still early in the evening.

As we drove back, we began to formulate a crazy plan. Maybe we should have gotten off the train in St. Paul. We could still change our plans and go back tomorrow (Thursday) and then leave on Saturday or Sunday. The more we talked about it, the more we talked ourselves into it. Even though I used a travel agent for much of my travel, I usually carried a few of the airline scheduling booklets for the airlines I flew most frequently. That way, I knew my options if my travel plans changed. When we got back to Catie's apartment, we took a quick look at what was available and we had a number of options. But first, to call Ted and Annie. We were already planning to call them to thank them for the wonderful time we had together on the train.

Catie called the number they had given us. I could have gotten on the other extension and participated in the call. Instead, I heard one side of the conversation.

"Annie? It's Catie."

"Everything's fine. Yes, we made it back with no problems."

"We made some calls after we got home and some of our plans just weren't going to work out. After talking about it, we were wondering if your offer still stands?"

"For a couple of days. We'd fly up tomorrow and probably leave Saturday or Sunday."

"No, we haven't made our reservations, yet."

"Yes, it's a lot faster than driving up or taking the train."

"Are you sure? We can get there on our own if it's too much trouble."

"Okay. We'll call you back in a few minutes with the flight information. We'll talk to you in a little while. Goodbye."

Catie reported to me that they were thrilled we had changed our minds and that they'd be happy to meet us at the airport when we got there. Too late for my travel agent (there was a 24-hour 800 number I could call), I called Piedmont Airlines directly. They were a regional carrier that I had flown numerous times in and out of North Carolina and they had just started service to Minneapolis / St. Paul. I asked Catie if she wanted me to fly back with her on Saturday night, have me stay with her on Saturday night and then have me leave from Chicago on Sunday or for both of us to fly to our respective cities on Sunday.

Catie thought about it for a moment and then said something that I hadn't thought of.

"Either way we do this, before we leave Minnesota, I want everyone to see and to know that you are the last guy to be inside me and to cum inside me...that I belong to you and you belong to me."

NOTE: recalling this comment reminds me that we both loved Pat Benatar's song We Belong and the lyrics that say "We Belong Together." It also reminds me that in many ways Catie looked a lot like Pat Benatar, though Catie's hair was cut differently.

After some additional conversation, we decided that we'd fly up and back together. And then I'd fly home from Chicago on Sunday.

We called Ted and Annie back to give them the information. This time I was on the extension phone when Catie called. They were very happy that we would be joining them for a couple of days and promised us a lot of fun over the next few days. When we got off the phone, we really couldn't believe we had just done this. Having some idea of what to expect, Catie set the alarm clock and Catie and I gave each other enemas before making love and falling asleep in each other's arms.

Morning came and we got ready to go to the airport. Since I was coming back with Catie, both Catie and I could pack much lighter with a single suitcase and simple carry-on bags. Catie was going to leave her car at the airport to make it easier for us to get back once we returned from Minneapolis. When we got to O'Hare, I also made sure to change my flight back from Chicago to RDU on the United Airlines flight from Saturday to Sunday.

Soon, we boarded a Boeing 737 and we were off to Minneapolis/ St. Paul. The flight was a little over an hour, similar to the length of flights I routinely had from RDU to Atlanta.

When we arrived at the gate, Ted and Annie were there waiting for us. We rode in their gold Cadillac Sedan de Ville to this large home in Bloomington. I commented that I had rented a very similar car for more than a month when I was working in Portland. We pulled in their garage and they took us inside their home. They gave us a tour of their "humble abode."

It was quite a house with lots of rooms as prospective play areas for Ted, Annie, and their guests. There were also so many other architectural and design features to this house that appealed to the engineer in me (like the large south facing triple-pane windows with thermal shades for the cold winter nights and to keep the summer sun at bay, the highly insulated nature of the house, a professional grade kitchen equipped with a large stove, multiple ovens and Sub-Zero brand refrigerators and freezers. The house was furnished with lots of Scandinavian style furniture (Catie noted the similarities to some of the furniture in my house because I had purchased quite a bit of this style furniture).

They also had a separate garage building and with an enclosed walkway from the garage to the house and a large furnished playroom. They pointed out that this gave their guests a place to park safely in the cold weather of winter, exit their vehicles, and come directly to the play room.

There were windows of glass block that let in natural light from the south and the east but you couldn't see through the glass because of the way it was rippled. The room was also lit by numerous recessed lights, eyeball lamps and track lighting with their associated dimmer switches. It had a wet bar, a large projection television and entertainment system, a first-rate sound system, lots of couches and loveseats, a pool table, a sauna, and a bathroom with a shower. There were also large, recessed storage areas for some of their toys and implements. It was decorated with several erotic paintings lit with their own lights and several sculptures that weren't suitable for young children. The room reminded me very much of a similar structure that a cousin of mine had built and added to his house in another state, though his wasn't as erotically equipped.

After touring the upstairs bedroom areas, they took us to a bedroom with a queen size bed with an adjoining and shared bathroom to another bedroom. They invited us to put our stuff there and then to join them in their kitchen for a late breakfast. We could hardly believe we were here and that the experiences of the last 36 hours had progressed so fast that we were back with this couple. We could hear the pots and pans downstairs and after an embrace and long kiss, we headed downstairs.

When we arrived in the kitchen, both Ted and Annie had removed their street clothes. Both of them were wearing robes as they were worked to prepare some breakfast for all of us.

"I forgot to tell you there are robes in your closet if you want to be more comfortable."

We went back upstairs to take off our clothes and donned the robes. We rejoined Ted and Annie in the kitchen, now 'properly attired.' They worked together as a team to provide us a wonderful breakfast. As we ate and then conversed after breakfast the plans for the next couple of days were revealed in part.

"Remember, you can get [in] as much or as little as you want or feel comfortable with," both Ted and Annie reiterated for us, referring to our sexual encounters..

If we just wanted to watch, we could (though normally, "only watching" was usually not an option that an interested couple like us would choose). Since we had already shared as sex partners with Ted and Annie, they could "vouch" for us as being willing to play. And since we had been on the phone with Ted and Annie the previous night, they had been making arrangements for us to be "introduced" to the various members of the swingers group or "pod" as they became available.

After breakfast, there was a relaxed period of time where we just talked. There was quite a bit of excitement and anticipation associated with this quiet period, a real study contrasts. Around 12:00 PM, Ted disappeared and then, so did Annie. Catie and I were left alone in their living room.

"Are you okay?" I asked.

"Yes," she responded. "How about you?"

"I'm trying to relax, but the waiting and anticipation is killing me."

"I know," she said.

We didn't have to wait long. Annie reappeared and told us that they were ready for us. Catie and I looked at each other, got up, grabbed each other's hand and followed Annie through the house to the play room. She opened the door and reminded us to watch our step as we took two steps down into the play room. Ted was already naked and over near the stereo amplifier adjusting the sound system and the lighting. On the side of the room opposite the entrance doorway, beyond the pool table, were two padded massage tables beside each other with pads and a stack of towels on each. They had been brought out of their storage area and prepared for us.

But it what we saw hanging from the IV stands beside each table. The recessed lights above the massage tables were brighter and highlighted two full red rubber enema bags. The bags were larger than the bags that Catie and I used. I can only guess their size (they were at least three quarts but probably less than four quarts). Annie led us to the two tables and there were two (2-step) step stools for us to use to get up on the tables.

The thing I noticed immediately were the nozzles. They were different from any that I had seen or experienced. They were relatively large diameter and long in length. They also had a flared retention piece that was inserted as part of the nozzle that would hold the nozzle in place. The tubing from the enema bag was connected to the side of the nozzle, not the center. The other thing I noticed were two rather large buckets that were placed at the end of the tables. At the time, this type of nozzle was new to me (I own several now). These were colonic hydrotherapy nozzles.

"You're both going to get a proper series of enemas," Annie said. "And some sauna time and massages to properly relax." Annie explained how the nozzles worked and how we would receive, hold, and expel/discharge these enemas. I thought this was a novel way of taking enemas and eliminated (pardon the pun) the need to go back and forth to the toilet to empty one's bowels after being filled with an enema.

I helped Catie get up on the table to my left. Annie instructed Catie to get on the table on her knees, head down on the towels. Annie put on some rubber gloves and asked me if I wanted to to watch Catie's nozzle be inserted. I watched as Annie lubricated Catie's anus and then the nozzle. With gentle pressure, Annie pressed the nozzle into Catie and it popped into place with the retention flange. Annie removed the rounded end insert to open the center core of the nozzle and then attached a larger diameter hose that was clamped closed. The larger hose ran down to and was clipped to one of the buckets. After watching Catie's nozzle be inserted, I got up on the other table. Catie, with her nozzle inserted, watched me go through my own insertion and connection of the discharge hose.

Annie had both of us lay down on our stomachs and get "comfortable." I reached over with my left hand to hold Catie's right as we looked to each other.

"Are you ready, my dears?" Annie asked. We told her that we were.

"Here we go!" I said to Catie quietly.

And with that, Annie released both clamps on the enema feed lines and there was a sudden surge of cool enema liquid before we felt that warm liquid from the bag flowing in. Now, both Catie I had taken enemas on our stomachs and knew that it was more difficult because the pressure of body weight could limit the the volume and flow into the colon. What was different for both of us was the addition of soap to the enemas. I had been given soapy enemas by my mom when I was young. But since I started giving myself enemas and during my recent run of enemas with Catie, Jody, and Abby, they were always plain water. My nursing friend had "promised" soapy enemas for both her and I, but that never played out.

The other thing that was so different was the way the nozzles were inserted and held within us. The shape of the retention device on the nozzle held the nozzle in place deep inside my rectum was an extremely pleasant sensation, particularly as the warm enema solution flowed into me. I could feel it spreading out across my abdomen. That extremely pleasant sensation did not last long, however.

I couldn't see how much of the enema had flowed out of my bag. But, looking back I could see how much flatter Catie's bag was and assumed that I was about at the same degree of fullness as she was. I certainly was starting to feel the sensation of fullness. I was still holding Catie's hand.

"That's it. Just a little more." Annie said. I couldn't tell to whom she was speaking. She raised Catie's IV pole and then mine to drain the contents of the bags inside us. I heard the gurgle of Catie's bag emptying and then mine. Annie closed the clamps from our enema bags to the nozzle feed.

"Now, we're going to hold these at least 10 minutes," Annie said. I remember thinking that 10 minutes was going to be "easy" because this wasn't the largest enema I had ever taken. About a minute after the clamps being closed and having that thought, I had my first contraction. I'm sure I moaned and probably grasped Catie's hand a lot tighter because she asked me if I was okay. I told her that I had just had a strong desire to push the enema out of me and the combination of me trying to hold onto it and the action of the plug that was in my ass helped hold it in.

"That's the soap working." Annie said. "You'll feel it too, dear," speaking to Catie. I was having my second strong contraction when Catie had her first. I started to breathe a lot faster and harder and the contractions were coming closer together. Annie had both of us turn over on our left sides. This took the pressure off my abdomen (that helped) but also meant I was facing away from Catie (Catie was facing my back) and the wall. The contractions got less intense and Annie was between the two tables reaching over me and massaging my abdomen.

"That's it, just a few minutes more," Annie said as she was rubbing my stomach. Annie commented on how much I must be liking this enema from the erection I was showing.

"Teddy, it's time to start the next ones," Annie said to Ted. I heard water from a faucet that was out of my line of sight and the sound of something (a pitcher) being filled. Annie told him to make the next ones at normal strength. I wasn't quite sure what that meant. Annie turned her attention to Catie. I could just listen but reasoned that she was rubbing Catie's abdomen, too. While I was laying there on my side, Ted came by me carrying a very large pitcher and I could see the soap foam over the top of the pitcher. He lowered my IV pole and poured the contents of the pitcher into the empty enema bag that was connected to my nozzle. I saw him raise the pole back up and then heard him lower Catie's IV pole. In a moment, I heard the water flowing and the pitcher filling again.

I didn't see him refill Catie's bag but I could hear it and then the raising of the pole. I heard Annie tell us that we were doing so well. The contractions were getting stronger again. I figured by now we were well beyond 10 minutes of holding. I asked Annie about that. She told us that we were doing great at 15 minutes and that we'd be able to release in a few moments. She brought a step stool around to the side of the table I was facing and set it down.

"I'd like you two to meet our best friends," Annie said. Unbeknownst to us (because we were both facing away from the door they entered), this couple had entered the playroom (stripped out of their clothes) without making any sounds that betrayed their presence. They walked around the massage tables so that they were now in our line of sight. They were introduced to us as Bob and Joan. I guessed they were a few years younger than Ted and Annie.

I sat up on the table on my left hip. I didn't know what kind of response Catie was having to this "surprise visit." I was already comfortable being naked in front of other people, just from the amount of time I spent on the nude beach at Rooster Rock State Park on the Columbia River. But this was the first time where people I didn't know made an appearance while I was attached to an enema bag that had just been emptied into my colon. I was also there with a nozzle up my ass and I was very erect. Not a common encounter at a nude beach.

I put my left foot down on the stool and then stood up off the massage table. I carefully managed the hoses and stepped down off the stool to complete the introduction. They told me I didn't really have to get up. Joan commented on how "adorable" we looked and then commented on my erect cock. There was some brief discussion of the enemas inside us. Annie told them that they were in time for our first release and had me get back on the table.

Annie told us that she was going to release the clamps on the outlet hoses and to try not to push (hard) the enemas out of us.

"Just let it flow out of you," Annie told us. We could hear the liquid splashing into the large plastic pails.

The liquid flowed out easily at first as did much of the fecal matter. But the nozzle did become clogged a couple of times and Annie closed the flow of the outlet tube and briefly opened the flow from the enema bags to clear the nozzle. After allowing both Catie and I to drain, Annie was ready to start the second enemas.

I flipped over onto my back and could see Annie, Ted, and our other observers as well as the bags as they emptied into us. I was very hard and erect and with each heartbeat, my cock pulsed up and down slightly. It was also interesting trying to carry on a conversation being that hard and taking the second enema.

Annie was between the two tables monitoring the enema administrations. Joan came back around to the side of the massage table next to me to my left. Catie was on her belly to my right, her head turned towards me watching my cock, Annie and Joan.

"Look at this! Such a marvelous young cock!" Joan said. She didn't seem to be speaking to anyone in particular. She extended her hand and lightly grasped it and I reflexively contracted my groin muscles. She felt the contraction in her hand.

"And you said you've had him in you? Everywhere?" asking Annie. "Oh, yes!" Annie said. "He knows what he's doing."

Joan addressed Catie. "How did you like having two cocks inside you?" It was a shockingly direct question in that it was being asked and the circumstances in which it was being asked. Catie responded to her that it was distracting at first, but she liked it.

"Ann will make sure you're good and cleaned out. You're going to love having three or more cocks in you and at your beck and call."

Joan was still holding my cock in her hand when she said to Catie "You're a lucky girl to have such a wonderful looking cock inside you." Joan then addressed me and said "I look forward to having you inside me, too." She swirled the precum around the tip of my cock as it was dripping out the end and onto my belly. I looked over at Catie as she watched this. She smiled at me and this sight.

All of this while Annie was filling Catie and I.

The second enema seemed noticeably warmer (but not uncomfortably so). Catie really liked the way it felt inside her. It also felt more filling. This was a stronger soapy solution, too. It was what Annie called her "standard strength" soapy enema. Once we were both filled It didn't take long before the next round of cramp/contractions from the soapy enema began to kick in for both of us. It was a scented Castile soap of some kind and the scent was more noticeable at the higher concentration in the enema solution.

Catie raised up off her stomach a couple of times to deal with the cramps. Not that they were painful (according to her) but they were intense. After a bout with the third wave of cramps, she said "Hon?"

"Yes, my love?"

"I need you inside me! I need you to fuck me right now!"

This was a familiar request to me in an unfamiliar setting.

I asked if the others could help move the IV pole, the bucket with her first expulsion and the hoses so she could get on top of me on the table I was on. I had no doubt that these tables could hold the two of us (each could probably hold four of us). Annie helped Catie off the table, had her step down to the carpeted floor, moved the step stool, and then helped her onto the table to straddle me.

"Oh, here comes another one!" Catie said.

She quickly positioned herself, grabbed me to enter her, and then in one move buried me inside her. She was totally oblivious to the wide-eyed observers as she slid down on me in one quick and continuous move. She was WET! And she seemed warmer inside than I usually experienced when inside her while she was holding an enema. But this was a warmer and a bigger enema than we usually shared. And as soon as she was sliding down on me to impale her, she started cumming.

"Oh, God!...Oh, God!...Oh, God!" was all she was getting out between shallow breaths. She was sitting upright on me reaching behind her to make sure that the plug in her ass holding the soapy enema didn't come loose. Between orgasms she told me/us that the contraction wave started up high, traveled down her left side, across and to her rectum where it became even more intense. In the meantime, I was experiencing my own cramps and contractions.

Somewhere in the midst of this she told me that we need to get bigger bags and needed to do soapy enemas because she liked the way this felt. Annie told her that it shouldn't be too frequent. She asked Annie how much longer we needed to hold this enema and Annie replied "5 minutes."

""You think you can manage that, honey?"

"No problem," I said.

Catie and I were pretty focused on each other at first but became aware of the two couples standing on either side of the table, Ted was standing next to Joan (and she had his cock in her hand) and Bob was standing next to Annie (and she had his cock in her hand). Both of the guys were hard watching Catie and I fuck with the enema nozzles and enemas inside of us. Catie leaned forward towards me and asked if we "should give them a hand?" I said yes and I extended my arms and hands so that I could run my fingers into each woman's pussy. Catie took a cock in each hand. It was only a couple of minutes before Catie announced that I was getting ready to cum.

"How do you know?" Joan asked.

"He gets much harder and bigger just before he cums." Catie asked me to try to time it with her next colon contraction. She raised up to being riding the upper portion and tip of my cock. I knew that when she sat all the way down on me, that was the signal to let myself cum. It was wonderful.

As I finished cumming inside Catie, we realized that I could stay inside her while we both released our enemas out the outlet hoses. Let me tell you that when you're inside the person you love and you can both release your enemas like this rather than running to the toilet in the bathroom, it is an intimate and totally different experience.

I didn't realize that both Ted and Bob hand cum from Catie's handjobs. But she had a palmful of cum in each hand. She let their cum drip down her fingers which she held above my mouth and let some of each drip into my mouth. She licked the cum off her fingers and palms, smeared the remainder on her breasts, and then laid down on me and kissed me.

As the soapy enemas ran out of us (no problem with pluggage this time), we realized that we had put on quite a show. Pitchers were filled with warm water and then transferred to the bags for the first rinses. I managed to stay inside Catie and we took our third enema (first rinse enema). While I was still inside her, I had gotten hard again. That rinse went relatively quickly and was drained out of us while we were still coupled together. Bob and Ted took the plastic buckets and dumped them into the toilet, rinsed the buckets out, and set them up for the next rinse.

Before we started the next rinse enema, Bob and Joan came to us and asked if they could join us, Bob was hard again (and ready to go) and he got on the table that Catie had been using. Catie (with help) slipped off of me (drip, drip, drip) and crawled up on Bob and slipped him into her cum filled pussy.

Joan got up on top of me, positioned me, and gradually worked me into her. She was pretty tight even though she was wet and had the lubricant of my cum and precum on my cock after Catie had pulled me out of her. Annie started our second rinse enemas at a much slower fill rate then the first one. I could look at Catie on top of and fucking Bob beside me. One time, she looked over at me and winked. I knew that Bob had a similar view of Joan riding me. I'm not sure how long the two of us lasted but Bob came first inside Catie. She laid down on him, stroked his hair and whispered in his ear while the two of them watched Joan and I finish. Joan got to feel my enlargement before my own cumming. "Lucky girl!"

After several minutes, Annie released the second rinse enema it was somewhat colored but clear. Satisfied that we were satisfactorily cleaned out, she sent Catie and I to the shower. When we got out, I helped Ted with the buckets and after spraying them with a bleach solution before rinsing them out, we left them in the corner of the bathroom. The had their own storage location in a built-in cabinet but that would be handled later.

All of us spent time together in the sauna talking and enjoying the company. We each got a very relaxing massage and ended up in robes in the playroom for much of the afternoon. We all worked together to fix a naked dinner and dined (naked). After dinner, we returned to the playroom where we explored each other in some intimate detail.

Catie got to experience three cocks inside her multiple times after dinner as she took one orally, anally, and vaginally at the same time (not always the same cock in the same opening). Although Catie was the "center of attention" the other two women weren't left out of the play time. The six of us played together until roughly midnight when we retired to three different bedrooms (though there was a lot of bedroom swapping overnight). After sunrise, I awoke with Joan and Annie. Catie was being attended to by Bob and Ted in the master bedroom. Eventually, Annie, Joan, and I joined them in the large king sized bed.

After we all got up, we had a quick breakfast. Bob and Joan got ready to leave and go back to their home. It was a balmy -3°F outside, but their car was much warmer having been parked in the garage overnight. They told us they would see us later in the evening and left. After sitting around and chatting with Ted and Annie, Catie and I went to get a shower together.

"Are you glad we came back?" I asked Catie as the water cascaded over us.

"Oh, yes!" she said.

"You know I love you?" I said.

"I know. I love you, too. Thank you for helping me realize my fantasies."