They said they wanted to talk to me. I just asked them not to say anything if it was about me getting married, again. That’s right; I was divorced a...year ago. But I was in no mood for marriage again. After my divorce, to get out of depression, I started teaching painting in my friend Isha’s apartment. Painting was my hobby and was pretty good at it. With my friend’s advice, I started this painting school.But I had the classes only the evening, so during the day time, I use to help Isha. She had. “No problem. I’ll take care of the construction costs. You and Jen can work on the equipment,” Rob said.“We need to talk about what Kelly and I plan to do. I think the hot tub is the perfect place for our meeting,” Jenny said with a grin.The four of us went to the sunroom. I fired up the hot tub and then went to get sodas for all of us. No one wanted anything stronger to drink. Once the water was hot, we stripped and climbed in.Kelly and I sat close to Rob and Jenny so we wouldn’t have to talk. This was weighty, solid, serious. The blunt torpedo shape was meant for nothing more, or less, than penetrating her most intimate part.Now that she'd gotten it home, she was oddly hesitant. She stood it on her nightstand and turned on the shower.When she got out, warm and flushed and pink, it was waiting patiently. Sleek. Unyielding. Implacable. There would be no give to it, no warmth other than what traces her own body might impart.She shivered.Allison peeled back the covers and sat on the. ’ I jumped out of bed and ran into the living room not even taking time to grab a robe to cover my nude body. I turned on the TV and sat in shock trembling, shivering. I watched as the second plane hit. The smoke, the fire. The TV cut to the Pentagon. Shit! My aunt works there! I ran and got dressed and then sat in front of the TV, watching, waiting for news. I cried, thinking one of my favorite teachers was dead. My aunt, was she alive? The phones to Washington D.C. were busy. My mom called,.