I had to make sure you hadn’t burned the house to the ground.”“Daaaad! You taught me to make a fire. I know what I’m doing.”“Yeah. But the...marshmallows worried me. And, by the way, since when did you start liking marshmallows?”“Have you ever smelled them?” Sia asked. “They’re, like, awesome!”Sia and I didn’t get to chat until late morning, after Alia had picked Jasmin up. We hustled to do the weekly grocery shopping and finally talked as I put everything away, Sia helping by keeping out of the. Pairs had been on the day before. They never showed juniors on TV, but Warren had found out that his friends Andrea and Brett had won the junior pairs' national championship.In dance, Michelle Marino and Stefan Thomas had won their fourth straight national champion. Warren and Sophia loved them-they were a romantic, classic pair, which was Warren and Sophie's style, as opposed to the overly-theatrical style that had become prevalent in ice dance. Youngsters Sharon Nicholas and Steve Coleman had. “You look nice,” Dani countered.“You too,” I replied.“Not really,” Dani shot back, “I just threw on some things without even giving a thought as to what I was going to wear.”“You could be totally naked, and I wouldn't’t care,” I replied. The words fell out of my mouth before I realized what I had said.“That came out wrong,” I quickly added, apologizing for my crudeness.Dani smiled.“Be careful what you wish for,” Dani replied, flipping her long brown hair back over her shoulder with her hand as. There was a nearly silent exhalationthrough his nostrils that would have been a whimpering, shivery sigh ifhe had dared to make a noise in the black quiet of the early day. The semen tasted of sugar and lemon. It was an immaculate candied treatto him. It was a delicacy that, being slave to his mistress, only he waschosen to appreciate. The fact that his mistress, when given to bouts ofsexual need or hunger could indulge in the semen herself, was irrelevant.At least, it had to be if he was going.