Zoe returned a moment later and sat next to me, leaning back as she sipped her drink. “Two positions, eh?” Zoe asked out of the blue.“What?” I... replied.“Tony,” the last sexual partner I’d had, “only did it in two positions.”“Yeah,” I confirmed, “doggie and missionary.”“No you on top? How could a guy not want that?”I shrugged. “He never suggested it.”“But you love to ride, Iry, why didn’t you just climb on top?”“You know me, Zoe,” I said, repeating a thought I’d spoken to my best friend many. Around the two of them, in the shadows, other things waited and watched. She stepped in close to Shay, her own form restored. She knew Shay was attracted to her, everyone who saw her like this was attracted. There was movement from one side, a girl stepped out.“Linda!” Shay said seeing her friend for the first time in two decades. She looked exactly as Shay remembered, she hadn’t aged a day. Linda looked at Shay with a strange look on her face. Her voice, once bold as brass, was thin, “I don’t. “Okay, that shut me up,” Emily admitted.“Come on, we better get home.”Emily stood up and had to take a few quick steps to catch him up. By the time they were on the main street again, her mouth spurted all her thoughts at him.“You know I'm gonna tell Aunt June that you just shot your load down my throat when we get back. Don’t you." No, your not." I fucking well am." Will you shut the fuck up, you won’t say a word."Emily slipped her hand through his once more and this time hung onto him; her. I was really shy at work so I didn’t really know anyone, except for getting occasionally hit on by the new guy. So I was standing there, in a wrongly-fit sailor-girl outfit, back to the wall, staring down by half-finished cup of vodka and lemonade, thinking about leaving soon. His living room had been converted to the dance floor and the blaring House music was causing my co-workers to bump and grind against each other, girls in tight, slutty costumes and guys in jeans and festive t-shirts. I.