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“Yes?” “I don’t want it to change. I’m not going to expressly go into detail about what is and isn’t on the table with the exception of some very hard limits, but beyond that… I’ve decided I’m open to anything.” “Anything?” “Like I said, with some limits. I’ll write you a note later. But beyond that, use your imagination.” “You’re serious about that.” “The way I’m seeing it, I’m getting three relationships in one. I’m learning about myself too, as well as you guys. You’re all pretty different. Different from each other and different from what I college expected. So maybe having you all share me is like some kind of high intensity training and I’ll come out the other side of it with a whole new understanding of sex and sexuality. Or maybe I’ll discover there’s a bunch of stuff I really don’t like. Either way, call me Alice, because I want to see how deep the rabbit hole goes.” Sam remained silent in thought for a long time, and she thought she saw a smile tug at the corners of his pursed lips. “Alright. You’ve given me something to think about. I’m going to go wash up after work before I start dinner, maybe we’ll catch up after?” “It’s a date.” Once Sam was gone and she heard the shower running Tegan lay back down and took out a journal from her nightstand drawer. It seems prudent to start taking notes about what she was learning in this experience and started retroactively chronicling the last few days. She assumed that Angus would be home shortly and want to pick up where they left off this morning so she didn’t see the point in re-dressing and was content to lie there in the nude with her door ajar as she put pen to paper and unleashed a stream of consciousness. 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