keep it comin', child...

I just feel like I am losing myself.
That is what Shane says one night, sitting on the back porch as the traffic zooms by in the distance. Jenny waits for more, not sure if there will even be more than that. Not sure if there should be more than that.
Peace has been made. Carmen made her choice and Jenny supported it and Shane seemed to want it.
No one ever talked about how Carmen has been with them both, touched the soft and hard places underneath the clothing of them both, kissed them both. And yes, some kisses held more intent than others.
But they were still pieces of Carmen, pieces of Carmen attaching themselves to two separate women.
Then find yourself again.
Jenny answers back, gently pulling Shane closer and toying with Shane's hair. Shane inhales and exhales. And Jenny feels it against her neck, tickling her earlobe.
They share air. They share worries. They share more than either one would care to admit. Maybe they want to share more, sometimes...
Then a door opens and Carmen fills up the room and Shane slinks back inside and Jenny closes her eyes.