I can't stand it when you're uncomfortable. I wish I had more blankets to keep you from shivering. Next time, I'll check the weather before we do some...hing like this. I promise." I said sincerely."So, didn't you say body heat was the fastest way to warm up?" Definitely." Well, what are we waiting for?" What do you mean?" Let's make out, get our bodies pumping some heat!" You're joking, right?" I asked, hoping she was serious."No, I'm not joking. I'm so turned on right now. I can feel the heat. I won’t... be able to see you as I used to.” “I know...” I felt my face blush, hard. “I’m a grown woman now. I want it to be you.” I looked at him and met his gaze. We stared at each other awkwardly. “I haven’t been with anyone since.... you know.” He looked down and my body instinctively moved to him. I hated seeing him sad. It had been almost half a year since she had died, he was still not over it. “I know. That’s why I want to give you this... you’ve always taken care of me. Let me. We haven’t known each other all that long. I come forward to greet him. He scans my face. My dark hair is wisped across to the side, my brown eyes are clear. I have a squared off chin, deep set cheekbones and I am wearing a short black skirt with a gold belt, blue/black lined top, black strapped heels and a white tailored jacket and little make up except for my signature blood red lipstick that I know he has plans to eliminate all traces of. The look is both businesslike and. Should I start calling her Beth? Beth – Crow – wants me to lead us. All of us, I think. The men of Westwood, the women of the Tower, living happily together. Pfft – I don’t think so. I light a cigarette. One lie less thirteen years ago, and all of this could have been averted. All of this. It occurs to me as I walk, that this is the first time I’ve been on my own in a long time. Perhaps I’ve become dependent on the close companionship offered by Tower society. Less reliant on myself. My.