It was deep and passionate. She could taste the saltiness of his sweat mixed with the fruity alcoholic punch. It was intoxicating, to say the least. A... they made out, his hand moved down to cup her ass under the leg of her short shorts and pulled her tightly to him. Leon broke their embrace and took hold of Stacey's hand. As he began to guide her away from the crowd, Stacey's anticipation of what was to come began to grow.He took her around the side of the house where it was dark but dimly lit. He asked for the librarian's help."Assuming this is THE Martha Wilson you're interested in," thelibrarian said, "I'd say a lot of it would be in one of herbiographies. Or you could just start with Wikipedia. I assume there's agood page on her."Jamie blinked. Martha Wilson, he reflected: the name should have beenfamiliar. Probably one of the richest people in Montreal, her nameappeared on buildings all over Canada, associated with projects she hadfunded - but the most commonly-discussed aspect. There were three guys and three girls. As usual, in the long run, things got a little spicier as far as conversation was concerned. Then out of nowhere she threw out the idea. Seeing as we all were a little on the drunker side of things when she brought up the subject we all stopped talking and turned our attention on her. She had been smiling when she said it. The looks on our faces said it all. “What did you just ask us?” one of us said. “Has anyone ever made love or played around with. That forwardness in her smile to Ken and the way she rested her hand on his arm just that little more lingeringly than Cissy ever would on a stranger, this was just the odd way white folks, particularly Jewish white folks, behaved. Perhaps the God of Moses and David was a more permissive God than the one she worshipped?There was something strangely evasive about Ken when he finally arrived home, ever so slightly tipsy after having imbibed rather more than the half glass of beer that Cissy had.