I broke off and moved to kissing her neck and Kirsten let out a small moan. She then whispered in my ear, "Why don't we headed upstairs". With Kirsten...wrapping her legs around me, we managed to pick up the wine glasses as well as blowing out the candles, there was enough light to manoeuvre to the stairs from the fire. Kirsten head was resting on my shoulder as we climbed the stairs and when we reached the bedroom door, her lips were planted on my lips again. When we entered the room I moved to. They were sharp looking women and every piece of clothing looked new and expensive. Melody and Crystal were still using the various consignment shops for upscale clothing; the other three had graduated to the real thing. Nails, hair, and makeup were carefully done by each of them to impress the others, and to invite critique should one of their friends think something was amiss.Edie said, “So, for the five of us, we seem to have five boyfriends.” She laughed and added, “It’s just that Crystal. ’ After some questions about some signs she could see, what road she took, he told her to wait for him and stay calm, he was coming for her. He arrived less than 30 minutes later, and he stopped his car after hers. He walked to her car and knocked the window. She opened the door and leaving the car, jump to his arms. He was holding her while she cried. What more he could do? There were no accusations, no resent, for all that happened before. They were lovers, once. Lovers sometimes do fight.. Well, I heard her crying, she told me about how her father had been so ashamed of himself since that day, so I wound up curling my body up against her, talking to her of things I've learned in my battle with moral confusion, and resolved unto her that she would be a free, empowered, and wise woman, one who could be free with her sexuality but not used, abused, or a user and abuser -- a liberator, an empowerer of others, a leader in a moral quest to redeem feminine and masculine sexuality, cause.