" Who's Ms. Grundy?" asked Mary.The others laughed. Anne said, "I guess she doesn't live in Colorado. That's what we call the nasty bitch in every com...unity who imagines the worst of everyone and tells the world about how you've done all the sinful things you wish you'd thought of." Oh," said Mary. "I know her, she's like Ms. Doolittle in Fairplay. God, I hated her." Well, it's important that we appear to be above reproach. Especially with that crowd downstairs. I like Tom's suggestion. Mary. I remember his soft whispers in my ear, asking me if I would, if I could, do this unnamed thing. The word remained unsaid, but I knew what he wanted. I remember the sound of my zipper sliding down, the sound of his pants, heavy with wallet and keys, hitting the concrete. I remember the soft nylon-on-nylon sound as we lay down on the pile of sleeping bags. I remember his soft grunt as my body yielded to his, and the satisfying warmth as his seed filled the condom.In college, my desires became. “Your help can mean a victory where there wouldn’t have been one, otherwise.”Arvin got up and started looking through his books and muttering to himself as he went. I looked over to see Amenthia sitting, nervously waiting to hear his reply to her question. It was a little off-putting to see her like that, as it was rare to not see her confident, bubbly self.“I would suggest fireproofing your armour, but there is a limit to how much protection that can provide. If I do a whole set, you will be. I was tempted to give him attitude but didn’t.Instead I joined the conversation as if we had been talking the whole time and it was easy. Sometimes conversation just is, especially with the right people. It felt like we were old friends and fell into a habit of speaking, listening, and then speaking again until he motioned to the dancefloor. I’m not one to dance. Sometimes I feel like I am making a fool of myself. Sometimes I am making a fool of myself especially if I had one too many.