He needs to come grovel at your feet, Island Girl. He screwed up royally." She tapped the table with a long, tapered nail to make her point. "It's bee... two days; he's taking too long to start the groveling." "Good to have you on my side, Chi-town," Lani said with a small smile. How a girl from Honolulu had become best friends with one from Chicago, she'd never quite know, but she'd always be grateful. "I guess it was just . . . a misunderstanding. That first weekend . . . it was so intense, but. It got me through and at that time it was the perfect companion. Two C cell batteries every week or so and it was happy and able to fulfill its obligation to me and make my clitoris sing. There are things a relationship can bring that a sex toy just can’t touch, but when you are working seventy hours a week, it’s nice not to have the complications. It wouldn’t need to talk for hours and need me to brush its hair and assure it that I think it’s pretty. It won’t get upset because it thought a. "What's the deal?" The deal," she asked, with barely a break in her monotone to indicate a question mark."The deal," I said. "Why are you doing this? You're goth girl. You're not entirely out of the Hole yet. Parading your scars around is just gonna cause trouble. Nobody understands SI." I was being more blunt than I ought to have, but... Dammit, I just felt tired. The Hole. How many days had it been since I escaped it? Not nearly enough, that was sure; there is no number large enough when you. The sun had finally fallen, leaving us with only the lights inside the van to see. No cars passed by outside, so it was completely silent. We were the only ones out here. All alone. Just Ethan and I.“Let’s play a game,” I thought to myself but ended up blurting out loud. “Okay, now we’re talking,” he said, immediately interested. “What game?” I didn’t really think he would go along with it, so I was caught off guard. I racked my mind to think up something we could play out here in a van, stuck.