His sleek, black fur shimmered in the candlelight. He knew he’d been gone too long and our hearts ached to feel his touch again. I could still smell...his scent on his pillowcase. I clutched it in both of my hands and buried my face in it, breathing deeply. Rolling over, I settled into his spot.The breeze from the cracked window picked up and I felt my nipples perk up and harden in the warm glow of the streetlights outside. Pouring more lotion into my hands, I slowly continued to rub it in all. A tall black guy named CJ, who appeared to be a little older than me, began to dance with my mom. From what I saw, he was the only black person at the reception. He knew my cousin’s new wife somehow. My mom ended up dancing with him most of the night while dad and I just sat and watched. They grinded and danced sexually. I can specifically recall what happened when Jeremih’s song “Don’t tell ‘em” began to play. Their hands were all over one another. She was grinding on him like there was no. "Are you okay? Miss?" an older man asked worriedly, reaching an armdown to help lift the girl back to her feet. Zoey blinked her fuzzyvision, trying to get it to clear despite the stars and birds circlingher head. A....VHS tape? The little yellow rock that had plowed intoher crown (though, on second look, seemed to be more of an opaquecrystal than a regular rock) had landed on top of a VHS tape left inthe alley. The VHS looked impossible pristine, considering it's localeon a dirty NY street.. Julia was recommitted, back on plan, evolving, and no longerwasting her sympathies on Eric. He was going to be subordinated,feminized and moved out of her way. Maybe, ultimately, losing some ofhis maleness might even be good for him she rationalized, not that shereally cared. She wanted him out of the way and Julia was going to doit."Don't let up on him, Julia," Samantha urged.Julia nodded knowingly."For awhile, at least, you're going to have to be very firm with him,more than you've been.