Cloe finished college with honors. She sang in the college choir and she had a local job lined up after graduation. Laying in our apartment bed, I asked Cloe where do you want to live when you go home? She popped up and said with you, duh. I smiled and asked her how that would work with her new career and living next door to her parents. Cloe just shrugged and said we will make it work and everyone will get use to it.
The following week we packed her apartment up and headed towards home. Cloe pulled her car up in her driveway and I could see her mom looking out the door. Cloe's mom was so mad. Cloe waved and entered my house with her luggage.
I asked Cloe if she would like her own room or to share a room with my husband and I? She replied, is there any question about this? I will share with you, if anyone leaves it is him. Bill was rarely home anyways. He spent most of his time traveling and doing his own thing.
I pushed Bill's clothes over in the closet and let Cloe start hanging up her clothes. She had to keep two sets of clothing since her work would require a conservative outfit. Fortunately she had accepted a position at a more forward thinking church that was open to gay marriage and affairs. This meant she could do what she loved and still love who she loved.
Once Cloe unpacked her bags and got settled in, she took off her clothes, and headed to the kitchen to eat. She said it was just like old times when she would be nude when she was here and winked at me. We spent the evening wrapped together in blankets watching a cheesy romance movie and gently touching each other.