‘Are you in the dog house?’ I asked quickly, hoping to divert him from the subject of the rose. ‘Jenny knows how much of a slut you are and how...gentlemanly I am.’ James and I shared a smile. Yes, we knew exactly how slutty I was and how gentlemanly he was. ‘She said she was sorry for me for having to be saddled with you.’ I tried not to let that hurt, I knew that Jenny talked about me behind my back but then, so did I. We weren’t really friends but at least we made the effort to make it seem. ‘Arnie?’ Again, there was no response. She shrugged her shoulders, she must’ve imagined it? She continued rubbing her long hair, vigorously, then bent over to dry her long legs. A faint rustling noise came from the bedroom, and she froze in the act of drying her feet. ‘That wasn’t my imagination!’ she murmured, the hair standing up on the back of her neck. She slowly straightened up, and slipped on the short, Terry toweling bathrobe, that had been draped over the back of the chair. She pulled. Ron was there with me all the way. He knew everything I was doing because I knew that one day he would be my partner and I wanted him to know. No, maybe that wasn’t the reason at all. It was more that I wanted him to experience it with me. That’s how close we were.”“I don’t understand why you are telling me all this Ronnie?”“Yes, you do. I wasn’t fooled that day at the football final. I knew why you were there. I don’t know how you were there and I don’t want to know but I know why you were. Now that her body was prepared, her next mutilation would be much more pleasurable.‘Holy fuck! Even the poppers don’t hurt that much!’ Béla cried in her sister’s mind. She couldn’t trust her ability to speak while the burning agony of her chest kept her unable to catch her breath. In the meantime, Beth was rubbing the hot barrel between her legs while she watched Béla stagger unsteadily as she tried to remain standing.“Ready for the next one, dear sister?” Beth asked, her voice ragged with her.