Amy didn't stir. Her eyes were closed. "Amy?" Rachel said. "Amy? You okay?" Amy untangled her legs as a broad happy grin stretched her lips. "I'm wond...rful. You're a sweetheart . . . sweet Rachel, I love you." "Omigod, Amy. You sound drunk," Rachel said. "You can't, no, I can't . . . believe how good I feel. Like, like--" searching the room with her eyes, trying to think how to describe it, "I'm like a bowl of warm cooked noodles, soft and warm, drenched in butter, oodles of butter. I’m. Sweet innocent Cat bent over her bed getting pounded by two sparkling dildos currently residing in both holes."What the fuck Cat?”Cat quickly took the toys out of her with a pop and stood up. "Trina, this isn't what it looks like.”Trina scoffed, "I think it is because that is the only explanation.”Cat just stammered, "It is just um can we keep this a secret?”Trina started to laugh, "I expected this from Jade, not you.”Cat was angry she loved Jade like a sister you didn't insult her. "Trina say. You know, play spin the bottle and when the bottle landed on me and I’d turn to kiss the girl to the left of me… all of a sudden it’s a guy, puckering his lips and making smoochy noises, and a general tittering would erupt from all the girls… haha, real funny… just cause a guy is afflicted with crummy vision and has to wear coke-bottle lenses, I was branded. Un desirable, Un loveable, and definitely UN Fuckable! A brand I wore right through university, and even now. I fell in love once.. ”“Would you be naked?”“No.” Cait said hesitantly. Rhys’ expression indicated he was becoming frustrated with the absence of compromise and while she felt she didn’t owe him anything, she was the one who started this conversation. “What about topless?” She suggested anxiously, tapping her fingertips together.“No bra?” Rhys clarified.“No bra.” Cait affirmed.“Ok.” Clearly he wasn’t entirely convinced but was trying to be grateful.“Ok,” Cait said with a decisive nod, committing herself. “How should.