Every few seconds or so, she babbled something incoherently, but otherwise seemed unaware of Lana and Evan. "What the fuck was that?" Lana said. She w...s shaking and her usually olive skin was very pale. "I don't know," Evan said. "You're lying. You were looking for her." I guess that's true," Evan said. A strange calm blanketed him now. It was as if all the stress and panic had reset his system, and now he was on a rebound. All his thoughts felt distant, like his mind was underwater. "They. “Let’s run the keys under hot water, Amanda, I want to feel you now!”“No,” Amanda said softly, standing back. “Let it build, gurl. We both know that it’ll feel so much better when we can finally get out of these devices!”“Oh but I’m so horny now, Amanda!” Suzette moaned. She fingers were interlaced, held together in front of her body, and she twisted them back and forth in obvious discomfort. “Please?” she begged.“Begging already?” Amanda giggled easily. She turned and looked at the melting ice. Nathan explained it in much the same way he had to the boys, but with different words. He said that they all now knew that the girls might be tempted to let the boys go too far, and that they all knew what the consequences of that would be. He didn’t say “could get pregnant” ... he said “would get pregnant.” In fact, he used the word “pregnant” at least a dozen times in his explanation about how they had all decided to become policemen, and that, until that time, none of them would be willing. His name was Warren and he was an established photographer. He got me into photography by giving me my first real camera when I was sever teen, taught me how to frame subjects, how to measure light, how to make the best of what light there was, how to use lighting and strobes, and shadows, and the dark room. He was into creative lighting and using fading and shadowing in the dark room. He taught me what poses really were, and how to make the best of situation photography. Under his guidance, I.