My harem is one girl larger as we retrace our steps up the mountain.
My colleague Bea invited me on a hike, and, after learning about my harem, she still wants to meet up with all of us. All four of my girls encouraged me to follow my gut, so we're driving to the lake again. The pull of Bea's presence feels like a sign, even as old loves echo in my memory. Ripples of anticipation build, remembering what happened at the artesian well that knitted us together.
With Ginny safely tucked between Leah and Paige, I relax in the passenger seat as Amy navigates into the rugged Cascades. These effects of fate don't feel like deja vu; they may be reflected echoes of our shared destiny.
My girls want to start a family, and I'm beginning to believe we already are one.
