"Oh, she trusts me just fine. It's you they don't trust. She's not so old that she doesn't remember when she was our age, you know." If she only knew!...For that comment I got a playful slap on the shoulder and we headed for the rink. I considered it a successful date since I only fell on my ass twice, and kept her from falling once by grabbing her by the boobs. When the rink got too crowded, she suggested heading for the malt shop. We sat in the very back of the shop where we shared a large. “We could change houses, if you really want to live next to each other,” Sara suggested.“No, we like our houses, and are used to them,” Edana said. “We’ll just keep them the way they are.”“What will we need to do for the move?” Mother Katie asked. “And what about our plants and herbs?”“We won’t just be moving the houses,” Annie told her. “We’ll be moving the fields, lawns, and fences as well. Everything!”“Everything?” Dad asked in shock.“Yes, everything, and it will be replaced with what you. The men on the panel seemed to think that the problem was a lack of sharing. Much like the idea that if you brought cookies to the classroom, you needed to bring enough for everyone. Men on the panel were suggesting that Beth should be sharing herself with more black men (particularly them). Women on the panel were calling this out as “jealousy talking” rather a form of punishment.The panel was only advisory, it held no specific authority. The final decision was up to the administrator. After. But they were all the level of drunk where you just assume that everyone is like you, mostly because you imagine that it will make the night more fun. It was a big house party, one where I could have easily left if I wanted to without offending anybody, but for some reason I didn’t feel like making the entire bus trip back to my apartment by myself. My guy friend, Josh*, was one of the few people I knew well enough — and someone that I knew, without a doubt, would walk me home if I asked him.