"I don't remember much. I remember dancing and kissing the barman when he knocked off, I remember Matthew picking me up outside and helping me to my f...et and then walking home."Both parents glanced at each other but Joseph was the first to speak. "So you may have been raped at the party?"Katherine looked into her hands and shrugged. "I don't think so, I don't know." Her voice showed a stressed anxiety and she sighed. "I know how emotional I was at the time, I could have said yes when I was. She was lithe and wiry, but breasts and buttocks conspired to fool the eye. My gaze traveled to her crotch.'What the hell are those?' The laughter surfaced in a bubbling rush.'Look closely.' I knelt and peered. Perched just above the top of her slit, one to the left and one to the right, were two slender plaits of dark hair about two inches long. The rest of her was smooth and clean and the two braids caught the eye and held it. I reached out and tugged one gently.'Trudi, these are fucking hair. There was even what looked like a patch of brown fluff above the opening, about where the pubic hair would be on a woman.Fuck, he really needed to get laid if he was seeing flowers that looked like women's privates, he thought."You know what," Ezquerra whispered. "Feels like one too."Then, before Finney had a chance to look away or even steel himself, Ezquerra dropped his pants.Fuck. That was a sight Finney didn't want to see. It was like a gruesome car crash. Finney couldn't look away.. He had said all which needed to be said. He wanted her. She wanted him. She would eventually come to him. There were times when she, like Glen, found his supreme self confidence disconcerting to say the least. Yet, even when Glen finally began occupying their bedroom once more, his lovemaking was just as conventional and ultimately unsatisfying as she now realized it had always been. He didn't mean to be inconsiderate. He was simply ignorant -- ignorant of her wants and needs as a woman. She.