I don’t know who was more nervous as the three of us climbed into a cab to go to our hotel. I know it wasn’t me. I was as cool as a cucumber. I don’t mind my husband having sex with another woman. I certainly don’t mind it being Ivy, either. I wanted to ask some questions, but I knew it would worsen to ask questions in the cab.So I waited till we reached our suite. Ivy was leaning against the wall nervously, wringing her hands with her eyes down as if her black mary janes were the most fascinating thing on earth. Hibiki looked stiff and not ready to blow this girl’s mind kind of stiff. I sighed and sat on the bed, leaning back on my palms. “Okay, you two need to seriously relax. Ivy, have you changed your mind?” I asked her first.She's only grown into her beauty over the