Ok, a short little snippet that is filling in some cracks between Cascade Effects (pt 2) and Pair Production (pt 3).
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Gamma Emission:
Cascade Effects (pt 2.5)
The walk home to the apartment gave me some to time to contemplate the rather rapid changes my life had recently gone through. Less than a month ago I was
bemoaning the lack of extracurricular use that my bedroom got. Now I'm involved with two people happy to make up for the past neglect, and who are most
likely doing so now. The fairly rapid swing I've taken from enforced celibacy to polygamy does worry me a bit on the intellectual level, but it's not
entirely out of the blue. The idea of switch hitting, so to speak, was something I was contemplating before I met Terrence.
Being repeatedly frustrated with dating inquires deteriorating into apologies and backpedaling can widen ones horizons significantly. But I had thought the
topic shelved under 'unnecessary exploration' when I found Terrence. 'Unnecessary exploration' quickly turned into 'fully funded mapping
expedition' after being tacked to the hospital floor by an appreciative redhead. I will freely admit that my decision making abilities when I half dragged
Rhea into this relationship where not at their top form. I assumed that she was into guys, that Terrence didn't mind me inviting another person into our
bed, that the three of us can make this work somehow once the hormones die down. I really hope we can, cause there aren't many people who are safe to be in
relationships with for Rhea and myself. And Terrence deserves better than to have my hormonally driven impulses break up something great.
Planning, or lack thereof, was slowly becoming a reoccurring problem for me. I used to be able to get by without it. In the ER we had no idea what would show
up, we prepared and strategized for things as best we could, but actual plans were few and far between. Planning requires three things; knowing of where you
are; knowing where you want to be; and having some idea of what is coming.
I had some shaky ideas about where we were relationship wise, certainly nothing explicitly mentioned. I avoided the few opportunities to discuss the topic that
had presented themselves. And if I was honest with myself it was because I was afraid of the answers I could get. I didn't know where I wanted to be
besides together with Terrence and Rhea. And I was as clueless as to what was coming as I used to be. Except now I didn't have the excuse of working in the
ER.
And where did all this worrying leave me? It left me standing at my front door without a plan, but at least I knew I needed one. After unlocking the door and
stepping inside I made my way to the laundry room. On the way I was pleasantly surprised to find Rhea's new dress, which could apparently separate in two,
on the hallway floor along with Terence's shirt and pants. I collected their scattered clothing and left it along with my own and our new purchases in the
laundry room. From the sounds that were making it past the bedroom door the two of them had gotten started without me. Not that I blamed them, Rhea looked
absolutely delicious in that dress, and the sight of Terrence in leather pants and a fishnet top sent a warm tingle up my spine.
I just needed to make sure we stayed together long enough to figure this whole thing out.
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Lisa isn't normally so angsty, but she has just come to the realization about how screwed up her life could be if things hadn't worked out like they
did. And She intends to not endanger their happiness like that again. Unfortunately that requires planning, something she is just getting used to.
-Terry
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"so listen up boy, or pornography starring your mother will be the second worst thing to happen to you today"
TF2: Spy
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Gamma Emission:
Cascade Effects (pt 2.5)
The walk home to the apartment gave me some to time to contemplate the rather rapid changes my life had recently gone through. Less than a month ago I was
bemoaning the lack of extracurricular use that my bedroom got. Now I'm involved with two people happy to make up for the past neglect, and who are most
likely doing so now. The fairly rapid swing I've taken from enforced celibacy to polygamy does worry me a bit on the intellectual level, but it's not
entirely out of the blue. The idea of switch hitting, so to speak, was something I was contemplating before I met Terrence.
Being repeatedly frustrated with dating inquires deteriorating into apologies and backpedaling can widen ones horizons significantly. But I had thought the
topic shelved under 'unnecessary exploration' when I found Terrence. 'Unnecessary exploration' quickly turned into 'fully funded mapping
expedition' after being tacked to the hospital floor by an appreciative redhead. I will freely admit that my decision making abilities when I half dragged
Rhea into this relationship where not at their top form. I assumed that she was into guys, that Terrence didn't mind me inviting another person into our
bed, that the three of us can make this work somehow once the hormones die down. I really hope we can, cause there aren't many people who are safe to be in
relationships with for Rhea and myself. And Terrence deserves better than to have my hormonally driven impulses break up something great.
Planning, or lack thereof, was slowly becoming a reoccurring problem for me. I used to be able to get by without it. In the ER we had no idea what would show
up, we prepared and strategized for things as best we could, but actual plans were few and far between. Planning requires three things; knowing of where you
are; knowing where you want to be; and having some idea of what is coming.
I had some shaky ideas about where we were relationship wise, certainly nothing explicitly mentioned. I avoided the few opportunities to discuss the topic that
had presented themselves. And if I was honest with myself it was because I was afraid of the answers I could get. I didn't know where I wanted to be
besides together with Terrence and Rhea. And I was as clueless as to what was coming as I used to be. Except now I didn't have the excuse of working in the
ER.
And where did all this worrying leave me? It left me standing at my front door without a plan, but at least I knew I needed one. After unlocking the door and
stepping inside I made my way to the laundry room. On the way I was pleasantly surprised to find Rhea's new dress, which could apparently separate in two,
on the hallway floor along with Terence's shirt and pants. I collected their scattered clothing and left it along with my own and our new purchases in the
laundry room. From the sounds that were making it past the bedroom door the two of them had gotten started without me. Not that I blamed them, Rhea looked
absolutely delicious in that dress, and the sight of Terrence in leather pants and a fishnet top sent a warm tingle up my spine.
I just needed to make sure we stayed together long enough to figure this whole thing out.
---------
Lisa isn't normally so angsty, but she has just come to the realization about how screwed up her life could be if things hadn't worked out like they
did. And She intends to not endanger their happiness like that again. Unfortunately that requires planning, something she is just getting used to.
-Terry
-----
"so listen up boy, or pornography starring your mother will be the second worst thing to happen to you today"
TF2: Spy