Chapter 142

The notion that I was an outsider, an intruder washed over me again. But here I was, a central participant in this extraordinary event. I don’t know how long it lasted, and I never could figure it out with any accuracy. Like everything else on this paradoxical day, it felt instantaneous and eternal. All of it was cloaked in something intangible. After reflecting on it many times, I concluded that the cloak was orange, and the orange was the love radiating between Juliet and Melanie. It truly was something magical and unique.

Not that it was an entirely spiritual event. I also couldn’t escape the profound physical pleasure I derived from it, as evidenced by the power of that one orgasm I achieved. It may have been one climax, one peak of the mountain top, but it packed the power of a dozen. In telling the story after the fact, my best guess was that this back-and-forth with Juliet and Melanie lasted two hours. During that time, the sheets became soaked. Our bodies were slick wi