Maddie pushed Rosy's head down, breathlessly pleading, “Eat me.” Rosie pulled at the scrunchie that tied her long hair back into a pony tail. She ...hook her head and her hair fell around Maddie’s body. My detailed view was somewhat limited, but I didn’t need to see the details because I could see quite enough from just a few feet away. Maddie wiggled and squirmed, her breathing becoming more labored and short. “Quieto pendejaita!” Rosy instructed in Spanish. “Salga mueva demasiado… sheesh!” I. ” You two can work out sexual tension.“Harold”, asked Lois, “Did you ever read the book, The Ethical Slut?”“No, I can’t say that I have. What are its premises?”“That slut may be an honorable term to take back -- a woman who owns her sexual power and enjoys it. The term may even be extended to men who gracefully own their equivalent power. In no way is the book anything other than sex-positive.“Harold, apropos of sex-positive, do you know much about Arlene’s mother, Terry?” Arlene looked. Finally he was ready. He sat down on the edge of the bed, gazing at her face. His anger melted as he studied the way the moonlight made her glow. He leaned over and tenderly brushed a strand of hair as soft as silk from her face, then let his hand cradle her cheek. He studied the face that he already had burned into his every waking and dreaming moment. He could have loved her fully if she was not so self absorbed. He bowed his head over hers, feeling her whisper of a breath against his skin. . I’d taken from them, hurt them without ever even seeing their faces.”I stopped and took a few breaths. This part had weighed heavily on my decision. “I killed Miranda,” I said shakily. “I didn’t see any other way out and I wasn’t the one who threw her off the balcony, but I made that happen. It was MY fault. I can’t take it back and I can’t make it better. When she died, she left behind those two who were depending on her. When Donald told me how they were suffering ... I’d been too.