She winked at me then closed the door.A shudder ran through me. “Well, uh...” I flushed. “I'm sorry, I didn't get your name.”“Olivia,” she...said, her hands clutching the strap of her purse as she shifted. Her wedding ring glinted in the candlelight. “Olivia Wright.”“Well, Olivia,” I said, “just strip naked behind the partition, then lie down on your belly on the air mattress, and we'll get started.“Oh, okay.” Her cheeks blushed. “Naked? My panties and bra, too?”“You don't want to ruin them,” I. No, I never have, Alyssa said. I breathed a quiet sigh of relief. Have you? Not all the way, Alyssa said, but Ive fooled around a lot. And yesterday I had anal sex for the first time. I was astonished. That suggested Alyssas father knew about yesterdays tryst. Had she told him who shed been with? Whoa! Clara responded, obviously shocked by her new friends candor. You had anal sex? I had never even considered that my daughter knew what anal sex was, but the words rolled off her lips as if not. Inside the wagon, I found a woman who looked to me to be about 20 years old and a very young infant. I suppose it was fated to happen, but the baby started to cry as soon as I showed up.The woman picked up the baby, and I saw then that it was a boy who had just pissed on himself. The woman proceeded to clean him up while she talked to me. She said that she and her husband had been attacked just minutes before I showed up that first time. He had been killed by an arrow into his neck. I had not. “The basement,” he added.Down the steps, now dark and crowded, heavy metal blaring so loud that you felt the sound as much as heard it. An extra $20 to the bouncer got Hannah in without ID and Brian in with his fake. The place was packed. Brian dragged Hannah, weaving a path, while George hung onto her and followed up behind them.George yelled into her ear over the music, “Shit, Hannah, you are going to have to protect ME here.”He noticed that most of the action seemed to be guy-on-guy..