Moms a Muslim but I was raised Catholic by my Dad. So I go there. I see. Is the oil warm enough? Mmm-hmmm. Feels really good. We chatted lightly for t...he next 20 minutes of her hour session when I finished with her back and shoulders and moved to her legs. Violet crossed her arms up under her head. I noticed the chipping nail polish. She was ready to be a woman but still careless in her youth. I wondered how old she was, what grade she was in. I figured with that body at least a sophmore, but. One was the brother-in-law of our friends, the other his neighbour. We got along very well with them and on the way home late that night Fiona remarked that we seemed to be collecting new acquaintances at quite a rapid rate. ‘I have to thank Carla for that,’ I said. ‘Oh … why?’ ‘She was the one who pointed out how narrow my interests were. You are the one who helped me change all that.’ She reached out and squeezed my hand. Words weren’t necessary. When we walked into the kitchen, I could hear. "Again, I don't wish to be cruel Martin but your citizenship is a legalfiction, like for certain situations a corporation can be a person soyou can sue it. You are "citizens" so that you can give legal orders tohumans, but you're not us."She leaned forward."Don't you understand? You wanted to *interfere*, find a way around thelimitations you're supposed to obey. I don't doubt you meant well, butthat's the danger. Bad things happen to good people, good things to badpeople, that's the human. . I'd come close three or four times to letting myself go, sleeping with a cute guy. But there was something inside me, a voice or whatever, telling me to be patient, to wait for the right man. I was so glad I'd listened because I could look my husband in the eye and happily tell him that he was my only love, the only man who'd ever been between my legs and inside my womb. I think that made me special and he was proud of me for it."Hey, Sadie ... I wanted to ask you something." I felt somewhat.