Why was it so hard even to think sensible thoughts? Suddenly there was a lot of action and yelling around me, I wasn't really able to concentrate on w...at was happening around me. Then I noticed that I was lying on a stretcher and my aunty was watching me from a short distance. There was something important I had to say to her. What was it? Crying. Lily crying. Lily."Aunty, they took Lily. Need to find her. They just took her."My voice sounded strange, and I tried to take hold of her hand just. As he shook the jacket to straighten the wrinkles a packet fell from the inside pocket to the floor. It was the manila envelope he had been given by one of the men who had brought him back to the hotel last night. He had forgotten about it in his anxiety today to get to the hotel where Jean had stayed.In feet, he thought dryly, I've forgotten almost everything about last night. Almost.He opened it carefully not wanting to tear the thin onion skin sheets of paper inside. He unfolded the thin. He agreed to share these letters we saved with you.) * Dear Boyfriend, Don’t think because I don’t use your name that I’m recycling this letter. I have only one boyfriend, you, and I know your name. I said it in your ear last night, just before I bit your earlobe when you made me come. Thank you, BTW. Also, I think it was a good idea that we adopted the rule that we thank each other when we give each other an orgasm. It never hurts to be polite and they are nice, aren’t they? I’m not keeping. Men pursued her and she often gladly allowed herself to be caught. But for all the lovers she’d enjoyed over the years, this had been the first time she’d met a partner’s child. Some of her partners had been divorced with kids; hell, a couple had been, let’s call it ‘pre-divorce.’ But aside from a couple of friends or maybe a sibling, she’d never engaged with any of their family. But what Darius and Santana shared was so real, deep, and so intimate, that it took her breath away. And there was.