Then there was that night. When the thick bearded man had wanted to take her down. The man in her dreams. She had struggled and fought him off, only to wake up with her lips closed under Bill's. There was a sensation. An arousal. There was sex in the air whenever Bill came close to her. And it was dangerous. Like at the club. She'd turned immediately when he placed his lips on her left ear, giving it a little bite. She had got the goose pumps immediately. That was when her heart had told her that she was falling for him. That she wanted him. Although she had not confessed anything to do with love to him. She had let him kiss her. Those deep passionate kisses that always got her from her sleep. She got off the bed and walked towards the closet. Her eyes resting on the cloth she had been wearing the day the other woman had kissed her. It was the same dress she'd been wearing that night when all these things had happened.
She cried. How simple it had seemed then. Bill kissing the woman, he lips touching hers. A note of jealous tugged at her even now that she was not with him. She ignored it, recalling her own kiss with the woman. Had she not given in, maybe Bill succumbed to Esther's own charms like she had herself. The woman was irresistible. But Bill had mentioned it on their way from the club that Esther was his sister and that to them, kissing was a bit of tradition. Linda nodded. Shocked about that, but relieved. Relived that Esther was not Bill's wife, but her brains opening to new scenarios. Bill must have had a really rich back ground then for if he and his sister could kiss, and not once, but occasionally, she wanted to meet his parents. Because from the look of things, she would have believed on any day that Bill and Esther were a couple who knew each other really well. The kind that had been best friends first, then dated, then later broke up without fighting but because they just wanted to have a little bit of fun with other people, but agreed they would always have each other. That is how it had seemed to Linda because the other woman had not showed any hostility to her, except that she had commented on how gorgeous Linda was, and the kissed her herself. Not once, but thrice. And Linda would have been damned to lie that she had not liked it.
"Oh, you're quite. You do not seem to believe me Linda, do you?" Bill had asked, on realization that Linda had not mentioned a word since his confession that Esther was his sister.