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make you feel like an object?"

    Holly didn't answer right away. Then she pulled Laura into her, thrust her hips, and said, “Laura, quick make me feel like an object so I know if I've ever felt that way before."

    Everyone laughed, and it seemed to be enough to pull the jumper back from the ledge.

    "She's not innocent in this,” Laura defended. “Everybody always thinks she's innocent. It's that gorgeous face that does it.” She smiled broadly and stared down at Holly, who at this point was laughing. “Tell them what you did this morning. Go on, tell them."

    She pulled Laura into her yet again and said, “No, you tell them. I want to hear yousay it."

    "Fine,” Laura said. “But remember you told me to.” She moved away from Holly a bit, and for the first time in a long time it seemed as though there were two of them. “I'm innocently—innocently, I tell you—taking a shower this morning, hurrying to get here on time. This tease here comes in, jams the door to the shower stall, drops her robe, and pushes her breasts to the glass. Then she begs me to touch her. Ican't f-ing touch her! She says she'll do it for me. I'm not kidding you!"

    Holly laughed deviously. “Ah, but I eventually rescued you in time, didn't I? God, you were so wild by the time I got in there.” She pulled Laura into her again, the to-and-fro now beyond predictable. “God, I love you when you are wild like that!” And yes, they started kissing and writhing again.

    Suddenly, I understood the word “more” and why they were late.

    All eyes again were on them, and somewhere inside I thought to myself that it was hopeless trying to pull them apart. I thought it might be smarter to just let them have at it—to a silent chorus of closed ears and eyes. At least it would be done. Or would it? Two opposing words collided in my mind: contentedly insatiable.

    "Are you guys like this all the time?” Susan dared to ask, rather loudly, and while I predicted that discomfort would be there, intrigue seemed to have overruled.

    "Are you?” Kris asked. “Or did a simple massage just do you in?"

    "We're not perverts, if that's what you're thinking,” Laura defended. “I just can't seem to stop myself when it comes to her. I mean really—just look at her!” She lifted herself up again for us to see what she was hoarding.
    She looked down at her, and another “Oh God” came forth as if it were a religion.

    "Ah, Laura, I think we've all had a good enough look at her,” Claudia reminded. “Thanks, though."

    "Laura, you're jumping her bones in a room full of people,” Kris crudely clarified and then watched as Laura's eyes scanned the room as if seeing it for the first time.

    "Okay, you're right. I'm sorry,” she said and sat up, barely wrapping the sheet around herself again, making sure that Holly was covered. She stared into Holly's eyes, but this time a different sort of emotion lingered there. To everyone's amazement, the bold and powerful Laura McCallister began to cry.

    The room fell silent. When the planet shifts on its axis, there is sure to be mind-numbing incapacitation.

    Holly sat up and kissed her, but this time it was gentle and meant to soothe. “Honey, it's okay."

    "I know it's okay,” she said. “It's okay because I love you."

    Kris jumped in, “Laura, what are you feeling? Why are you crying?"

    "Because you guys think it's aboutit. It's not aboutit. It's not about sex. It's about her—not about me. It's about that feeling I get when I look at her, when I hold her, when there is only us, when she has that look in her eyes.
    If that makes me a pervert in your eyes, then so be it. But I swear to you,” she said, “I will never stop letting myself get lost in her."

    "Canyou stop?” Kris asked.

    "Kris, just let it be,” Ginny jumped in to defend Laura.

    "No. She's a walking master's thesis. I want to be sure she even belongs in one."

    Laura stared at her, but it wasn't with the anger I think I would have