As if my vision belongs to someone else, my gaze drifts to the other breast, dappled where he'd dripped and rubbed ice from the bucket on his walnut d...sk. My senses struggle to comprehend such contrast. Hot breast, cold breast, and the collision between that permeates my delicate skin.When he pulls back from my proximity, I look up, our eyes connecting. I plead, flashing him the look. Everything I hate to become – needy and desperate – yet crave when he's near.He smiles, a glimpse of neat. His dad and my mom had remarried after I had graduated andwent off to college. We were Facebook friends, which is probably how heknew about my Halloween escapade, but we barely knew each other. I was ona trimester system so I had come home while he was still wrapping up hisschool year, but this was the first time we had even shared a roof."Please, do this for me and I'll do anything you want! Please!" I don't need anything from you, dude." Fuck. Uh..." His brows furrowed and I could almost hear. Mom had mentioned before that the men were let in aftereight o'clock, so it would not be a total loss to use her words. To mygreat and extreme horror, Mom accepted, telling Mrs. Grant that we wouldboth be there! Mrs. Grant, was smiling as she walked away, leaving mestaring at Mom."Well, I could hardly say that you couldn't be there, could I? Thatwould be rude and you know it. All we have to do is get you a partydress and maybe get your hair styled. You didn't see any sign that sheknew who you. .listen. For millennia, the galaxy has been ruled by men. While there have been exceptions, the Thrown of Korriban, as well as the now empty seats of the Jedi Council, have been filled by mostly men. And as a reward for their management, the galaxy is thrown into civil war once every few generations. Enough is enough. We 4 women represent the strongest remaining force wielders I know. Mical is is a useful brute as well, albeit mostly with the lightsaber itself, but he'll have to be trained in.