“It feels a lot better.”“No,” she said. “Down there. Between ... between your legs. You’re all swollen. Does it hurt?”He was hard again....Her touch had been, and still was, so sensual.“No,” he said, matching her seriousness. “That’s just what’s supposed to happen. Don’t worry.”“Oh.” She didn’t press him, and he didn’t elaborate.When she felt she was done, Malkyn passed him a cloth to dry himself with and began to loosen her stays, turning away from him until only her shift remained. Leo averted. In fact there were few reasons other than resupplying that could make her go out, maybe heading to the market and bar three blocks away whenever she needed a little break from the solitude.For now she was fully content though, having already eaten on the way back home Katja found herself with nothing pressing to do, fully on her own and left with her thoughts, the cigarette she flinged out of the pack and maybe one of the many books to read later.Katja moved over to the window and rested her. There was no way that I was going to participate in a dance routine infront of Pete.The next afternoon I saw the cats on stage practicing. I was busy movingchairs in the audience because to me it was a club night ahead like anyother. My Stepmother walked in and had a surprise for us as a strange manwas standing next to her.She said, "Girls, I'd like to introduce you to your new dance instructor,Christopher St. Reynolds, of the Karen McMichaels school of dance inSydney, Australia."Christopher. I looked at her confused and told her that I wanted mymother and father. She took my hand and told me my family was in a caraccident and I was the only survivor. I was in shock and in grief as Irealized that this meant that my mom and dad were now dead. I was anorphan. My grandmother told me she was there, and it was good to cry. Ijust looked up at the ceiling and as tears were running down my cheeks,I was remembering my parents, and how they were fighting before theydied. I cried thinking they.