We bantered on like that until we reached our three mile turn-around point. As we turned, Lisa said, "Let's step it up" and took off much faster. The rest of us kept pace, but conversation ceased.
Lisa pushed the pace until we were sprinting; at least it felt like sprinting, when we reached our cul de sac again. We slowed to jog down our dead-end street to warm down. All of the other neighbors had seen us nude multiple times and no -one seemed to mind. Consequently, we no longer snuck through the back yards, but jogged proudly down our street.
Like us, Lisa and Grant had an outdoor shower in their back yard. Unlike us, Lisa and Grant also had a swimming pool. That made their place the logical place to go after our-run. It had gotten very warm and we were all dripping sweat. That's not as bad as it may sound. There is something very sexy about a sweaty, nude woman; and there were four around me.
Lisa went inside her house and brought out towels. "Jessie," Lisa explained, "the rule for our post-run showers is that you can't shower with your own partner. So, I'm going to suggest that Grant showers with Patty, Harry showers with me, and Jeff showers with you and Liz." That's what we did. While I was very committed to Liz and very interested in Jessie, it was still fun to have Lisa's hands all over my bare body and my hands all over her. My sense from watching them was that both Liz and Jessie enjoyed the wash Jeff gave them. He didn't miss anywhere.
Lisa and Grant brought out some fruit, cheese, and drinks. The seven of us spent the next several hours nude around and in the pool. In the early afternoon, I noticed Liz and Jessie standing apart talking for several minutes. I wondered what they were talking about, although both women were smiling.
Not too long after her chat with Jessie, Liz came up to me and said, "We probably ought to drive Jessie home. I don't think that she can go to work tomorrow in what she wore up here." Jessie had only worn a tee shirt to our house the day before. Since Jessie and I were the only two people left in our office, she certainly could have worn the tee shirt to work as far as I was concerned. However, I knew better than to argue with Liz.
We talked about nothing in particular on the nearly two hour drive to Jessie's apartment complex in Ft. Myers. Along with her tee shirt, Jessie had put on her bikini bottoms to get from our car to her apartment.
On the drive home, Liz asked me, "What do you think about Jessie after the weekend?"
"Well, she's a damn good shot," I replied. "She's brave. She's much more physically attractive than I had given her credit for. She's smart and engaging. All around, I'd say that she's a pretty special woman."
"That's where I come out," Liz said. "Sure, I manipulated things a little. I see some of myself in Jessie. I had to be forced to do something which I would not have done on my own and discovered a wonderful life and a great man as a result. I think Jessie is the same as I was in that regard and I'm hoping we will introduce her to a way of living that she'll enjoy."
"Who is the great man?" I asked. "Do I know him?"
Liz ignored me and went on. "I really like Jessie. I don't know where it will go between the three of us, but it should be interesting to find out."
More seriously, I asked, "Do you really think that there is a 'three of us?'?"
"Maybe," Liz answered. "I'm very committed to you and I have no question about your commitment to me. But, we've had sex with other people before without any problems. Sex is great, don't get me wrong, but it is only one facet of our relationship. I also think that it is entirely possible for a person to have a very deep commitment to more than one person at a time. Does that make sense to you?"
I thought about the possibilities raised by Liz's statements. As usual, she was making sense. It might not be traditional, but I could see no real flaws in Liz's thinking.
Because traffic on I-75 was horrid in the mornings, I typically got to work very early. I had been in about an hour when I heard our front door open. Jessie was the only person besides me who had a key to our offices, so I knew who was coming in and went on working. A couple of minutes later, Jessie appeared in the door to my office.
The Jessie that appeared in my office doorway that morning was a woman whom I had never seen at work before. Jessie had her hair down and she was wearing a floral print dress that was tight around her chest and that stopped about mid-thigh.
I couldn't help myself. "You look great," I said.
Jessie smiled. "Thank you," she said. "You haven't seen the best part of my outfit yet though." She took the hem of her dress in both hands and lifted it up. "No panties," she said. Indeed, Jessie was bare under her dress. Dropping her dress back into place, Jessie said, "Now, the fact that I'm not wearing any panties doesn't mean that my boss gets to lift up my dress and touch me." She giggled and added, "Unless, of course, you want to."
Despite that temptation, we both got to work. Due to the shooting on Saturday, I was not sure how involved we would be in the follow-up investigation. Later than morning, my questions on that topic were largely answered.
Because we are a law enforcement agency, we do antagonize people and are somewhat at risk. For that reason, the door into our office suite was heavy enough to stop a handgun bullet and was always locked. There was a buzzer and a security camera. Anyone other than Jessie or me who wanted to get in had to press the buzzer and wait until we examined them through the video system and unlocked the door.
About 10:00 a.m., our door buzzer went off. Checking video, I saw that my wife was standing outside. I unlocked the door and let Liz in. Liz was wearing a fairly tight dress of a sheer material. She looked great, but it was not her usual work apparel. Jessie came out from her office and she and my wife hugged. I did notice that each woman had a hand on the other's ass.
Liz and Jessie turned to face me when they broke their embrace. Jessie reached a hand down to the hen of Liz's dress and lifted it up. Like Jessie, Liz was completely bare under her dress. Smiling, Jessie said, "The boss read the memo." Jessie lowered Liz's dress.
Liz said, "I have some things to talk to you about so I thought that I'd come down and work out of this office today. I've been on the phone this morning with Virginia," Liz was referring to the Agency's main headquarters. "They don't want either of you involved in the interrogation because of the shooting. I'm out of it too because I'm married to Harry, who might have been the shooter. Now, everything thinks that the shooting was righteous, and you only hit the guy in the thigh, so it isn't really a big problem. However, all three of us have to stay away from the case until the shooting is investigated. Someone is coming up from the Miami office to get your statements Wednesday."
I was relieved to hear that the shooting investigation was assigned to a neighboring office. If the Agency thought that we might actually have been in the wrong, it would have assigned someone from a distant office or from headquarters. Assigning someone from Miami was a clear statement that we were not in any trouble.
Liz continued: "As I said, the guy you shot was not seriously wounded. According to the LCSO ballistics guy, you actually did him a favor. That gun he had was a cheap Uzi knock-off. It probably would have exploded in his hands if he'd fired many more rounds. Also, the deputy he shot at the unload point died early this morning. The State's Attorney is already talking capital murder and the AUSA told me that we might let the state go first with the murder charges. My priority is to try to identify the mother ship and see if we can't bust its captain and trace this thing back upstream. Beth and Trent are coming down to interview the other guys arrested Saturday. We've got permission from the State's Attorney to offer the driver of the shooter's boat a deal on the felony murder if he's cooperative."
At that point, Jessie asked, "Does anyone else want some coffee?" Since we had no support other staff any more, Jessie and I had to make and fetch the coffee ourselves. Liz and I both responded affirmatively. Jessie left the room.
Jessie came back to the conference room a few minutes later carrying a tray with three coffees on it. That wasn't the first thing that you noticed though. While she was out of the room, Jessie had somehow tied the bottom of her dress around her waist so that she was naked from the waist down.
