Rebecca felt a little icy cold stab in her chest at the way Amanda so fondly reminisced about being with Leanna, her Leanna.<em>That's the past and the past is past.</em>She found herself listening quietly, licking her lips the way she did when she was nervous, or worried, or aroused, a slow trace of her dainty pink tongue around her dark pout. "Christ, I don't hate yeh. I didn't even know yeh existed til me and her were already together. It was just love at first sight, y'know?" She pondered that phrasing, catching her lower lip in crisp white teeth for a moment. "Well, lust. A friend of mine talked me inteh dressin' a fair bit more appealin' than I was used t' back then. We just sort of ran inteh one another it went from there. Once I had her, I wasn't lettin' her go." A part of her might have felt a little guilty, she wasn't thick, she knew how much love had been between the pair. But at the end of the day, Amanda just hadn't fought hard enough, and that wasn't anyone's fault but her own.<br/><br/>"We don't really have any lines." She shrugged, sitting back, brushing her skirt back into place so it afforded some modesty. "What happens just happens, and it works for us. Believe it or not, I don't need t' be told how t' take care of my wife. I wouldn't be rough with her if'n she didn't want it." She couldn't help but feel that Amanda, gorgeous, older, Amanda, was looking down on her, as if she was a little girl in over her head. "She was my first, y'know. Who d'yeh think taught me all that kinky stuff?"