Ashthoreth Italiano

I'd met Ash when I was working at Touch Stone Jewelers in San Francisco. She'd come in to the shop a few times, & we found we liked each other. She later brought her live-in boyfriend by to meet me. He was -- which I found out later to be his natural state -- stoned. He was babbling to me about something while Ash listened in, & he was & being rather stupid. I grew tired of listening to him, reached up, & slapped him, saying, "Don't be a dope!"

Needless to say, he -- & Ash too -- was shocked, but Ash was also pleased with my having done that. Ash & I, later, wound up sharing my bed.

Over the years, Ash & I have become best friends. I love her dearly, & I can't imagine how very bad life would be without her friendship. As for sex, we've not shared that since that summer in San Francisco, but there's always the possibility -- if we're both single at the same time, or both with partners who want to be a part of our love for one another. Ash & I will always be friends, may one day be lovers again, but may not. It no longer matters to me if we ever do or don't have sex, her love is enough.

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