She was pondering the rich array of extraordinary sounds she made, when an orgasm collapsed around her. Which sound was sweeter, a breath that had bee... stolen, or the one that was wedged sideways in her throat? You know the kind. It's the one where she sucks in her breath, making that little inbound squeal. It then lodges there in her throat, unable to come out. What a sweet sound. It was hard to decide which one was the sweetest.The echoes of her broken efforts to breathe, rang in Catherine's. But I guess he was kind of raised Jewish. My grandma died when I was six, and the most Jewish-y memories I have are of her making those Jewish potato pancakes-‘ ‘Latkes?’ Michelle supplied. ‘Yeah! Those. And her telling me it was such a ‘mitzvah’ to have us over for Chanukah. And since my mom was raised Catholic, we celebrate Christmas. Secularly, anyway. There were some d-bags in high school who would call me Jew Boy occasionally.’ ‘What?’ ‘I know. Men are scum.’ Michelle nodded. ‘Most men can. “What’s the Detection spell supposed to detect?” Emma asked.I shook my head. “I don’t know,” I told them.Both of them started shaking their heads. Emma beat Dalton to the punch. “The only way a single detection spell for all the apartments you mentioned would be effective is if it covered the entire complex, and that would be a huge expenditure of energy.” She shook her head. “I think you should take a page out of their book, and post a watch at the entrances.”“If they’re watching us,” I said,. There’s someone else in my life Fern, I love her and I want a divorce.’ Fern had stood, momentarily numbed, her back to him, scarcely able to comprehend the words he had spoken. Unbelieving she asked, ‘What…what did you say?’ ‘I want a divorce,’ he repeated, this time more firmly. The words cut into her like a dagger, she had turned and looked at him, struggling to find a response. Finally, she asked dully, ‘Who is she?’ ‘It’s Mandy.’ Mandy! Mandy was Fern’s closest friend, they had been.