I have no idea how long we would have gone on like that if our parents hadn't intervened.
Gwynne and I refused to acknowledge that anything was wrong. We were both deliriously happy all the time, completely in love with each other, and the s*x was beyond anything either of us had ever imagined. Outside of those incredible hours spent in our beds, on the sofa, at the kitchen counter, or in the bathroom, the rest of our lives were still enjoyable. My coworkers, and my sister's fellow grad students and teachers, loved being around us. They recognized how hard we worked, but we were always so upbeat it was infectious.
We just hadn't been around our parents in several months, and they missed us. Mom and Dad had talked with us on the phone before and just after Gwynne moved in with me, but aft
