Michael was watching an animated show on television with Megan when his smart phone started beeping, signaling an incoming text message. He picked it up absentmindedly and read the message. It was Lance, asking if Nathan and Holly could come by tomorrow morning at ten. He replied in the affirmative and was surprised when there was an immediate response.
“Sweetheart, Nathan and Holly will be coming tomorrow morning. Is that okay with you?”
“Yes, Daddy! Of course. We’re going to have so much fun. I think I…”
He tuned out his daughter, nodding once in a while to keep up the appearance of listening to her long rambling. He figured it would be nothing important. Besides, he was thinking about Lance and Adam—fantasizing about them, to be more accurate. He realized he was more than simply sexu
