She was a terrible student. She never passed a chance to party. She’d get led by the nose by horny college boys from one party to the next and got p...ssed around like a soccer ball on a field of marathon sex play. She had no idea how many men she had been with and was frequently interrupted on the street by some man who claimed to have had “a great time” with her. Delia usually took it good-naturedly and then firmly explained that those days were behind her. She had a good marriage and it was. “They were kind of accidental, I didn’t mean to—““Accidental?” Wendy cut him off. “You had MULTIPLE affairs, accidentally? Ted—““I’m trying to explain, listen!” Ted broke in, feeling himself becoming defensive. Wendy, showing remarkable restraint, let him speak. “One was four years ago, with a coworker on a business trip, in New York. That one was one time only.” Wendy squeezed her eyes shut, fighting the urge to cry. “We had too many drinks at the hotel bar, and she had just left her husband.. "I just want to find your daughter and get the hell out of here."Spencer didn't argue and followed the trail that they had chosen, heading to the right at the 3-way fork. It was much more narrow than the main trail all five of them had followed, but still not too cramped that the lanky man had to crouch. The silence gave way to a thought that escaped his lips before he really even had time to process."You think we're cursed?" What?" Freddie said, stopping. "What do you mean?" Well…" Spencer. “Don’t be scared. If you want, hold my wing.” He grinned then. “Just don’t pull the feathers. That hurts.” “You can pull my feathers,” the girl reaper said with a grin over her shoulder. Boy stiffened when the sound of the engines revved louder. The transport tipped, nose pointing down into the center of the funnel. Boy began to pant and then grew dizzy when she felt gravity shift. Closing her eyes, she clung to the soft feel of Natanael’s primary flight feathers. A jolt and a few endless.