I roll my eyes up into my head and take it as best as I can. Switchblade Symphony’s Mine Eyes plays in the background from a portable stereo that�...s directly behind me in the small loft. Haunting operatic vocals matched with synthesizers for an otherworldly atmosphere that fits the low lighting in the room. It almost overpowers the weird squishy sounds of our fucking. I focus my gaze up to the triangular ceiling above. “Harder,” I hear myself saying, practically without any breath behind my. Hair also never seemed to be an issue, despite your mixed South Asian heritage, and Stacy always complained how such smooth, dark skin was wasted on a guy.Your bodies were so similar that Stacy would often borrow your clothes, and one time she convinced you to try on one of her dresses for fun. You never did that again…because you were embarrassed at how well they fit- not tight, but snug enough to hug your body in all the “wrong” places.“Alright, lets head in” I said, as we began walking to. Terri grinned at me and pressed her lips to mine before she lowered the seat and dropped onto the toilet to pee while I washed my hands.“How you feeling?” she asked uncertainly.“Loved,” I told her with a smile.Terri’s smile beamed at me with relief that I wasn’t freaking out about last night.“So, this is the new normal?” I asked curiously.She bit her lip and nodded.“If you’re okay with it. Mel and I talked a lot since she got back. We text almost constantly. Are you okay with it?” she asked. There are so-o-o many of them." She picked up a slip of paper. "Seven beginning with A- and that's without getting into the Astarte discussion." Astarte discussion?" Don't get me into it. Just accept that whether Ishtar/Ashtoreth/Astarte is a lunar deity or a stellar one or several other things is open to discussion." I was thinking of the Queen of the Night." Right. And there's a Phoenician statue of Astarte with a crescent moon headdress." I should never have agreed to the opera tickets!" You.