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beer?”
    “Sure.”
    “I’ve got a private stash in the cottage. We could avoid the crowd.”
    “Great,” Emily said. She followed Hilton and Shannon back to the cottage. Emily sat on the bed because the only two chairs in the place were old cracked leather wingbacks where Hilton stacked her records.
    Hilton watched to see if having to sit on the bed made Emily uncomfortable. Obviously not, she thought as Emily kicked her shoes off, fluffed up one of the big pillows at the headboard and looked around inquisitively.
    “My, you’re quite the collector,” Emily said, taking the Corona beer that Hilton offered her.
    “Got any requests?” Hilton asked, kneeling in front of the record player.
    Emily put her forefinger to her lips and appeared to be lost in a quick search of her mental files. Hilton waited, wondering what she’d come up with. She seldom met anyone whose musical tastes even bordered on eclectic. Most people, even Nat, simply chose the latest tunes, which meant Hilton had to resort to CDs to fulfill the request. She preferred records. She liked the scratchy sounds and the feel of the vinyl as she put them on the player.
    “How about Van Morrison’s ‘Brown-Eyed Girl,’ Patsy Cline’s
    ‘Three Cigarettes’ and maybe a little Bob Marley, ‘No Woman No Cry.’”
    “Music lover, eh?”
    “Avid,” she said, sitting up on the bed and crossing her legs. She took a sip of beer.
    Maybe tonight wasn’t going to be so bad after all, Hilton thought as she put on Emily’s first request.
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    They spent the next four hours listening to songs and drinking beer. They had ordered pizza and now Hilton was looking in the fridge for more beer. “I could go foraging in the house,” she offered, not relishing the idea.
    “No, stay here. I think I’ve exceeded my daily limit anyway. You might disappear into the crowded void of your house party and I’ll never see again.”
    Hilton laughed. For the first time in weeks she felt relaxed. She looked over at Shannon, who was sleeping peacefully in the corner. “So what’s next?” Hilton asked innocently.
    “I’d really like to kiss you,” Emily said.
    Before Hilton had time to protest, Emily had taken Hilton’s face in her hands and kissed her ardently. Emily’s soft lips brushed against hers and her tongue was doing the most amazing things.
    Hilton wasn’t certain she would have protested anyway. What little resolve she may have had died away as Emily pulled up her T-shirt and kissed her stomach. Emily ran her tongue just under the waistband of Hilton’s shorts. She tugged at the button and looked up at Hilton.
    “Please,” Hilton said, feeling a shiver run through her.
    Emily undid the button and zipper and pulled her shorts off.
    She ran her finger down the center of Hilton’s underwear and parted her lips gently. Hilton moaned. Emily pulled her underwear off. Hilton thought of Nat for three seconds as Emily took her in her mouth, inserting her tongue and sort of fucking her. Hilton didn’t know if her thought of Natalie was guilt or revenge.
    When Emily rolled her over and took her from behind she had completely forgotten about Nat. Hilton arched up to meet Emily’s fingers. Emily had taken off her shirt and Hilton could feel her breasts as they met her back. They rocked against each other.
    “Is this good?” Emily asked as she ground against her.
    “Fabulous,” Hilton said. She couldn’t hold herself a moment longer. Her orgasm shot through her like a lightning storm coursing through her veins. She gasped and lay still for a moment. She could feel her own jagged breath in unison with Emily’s.
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    “That was nice,” Emily said, rolling off her and scooping her up in her arms.
    “Very nice,” Hilton murmured, her face buried between Emily’s soft breasts. She licked the beads of sweat that lay there.
    Emily pulled off her shorts and rolled Hilton on