"You know how to do that, right?" Well..." He opened his mouth."Yeah, you do." I laughed, holding his arm tight and moving through the club, weaving b...etween half-drunk college kids towards the doors."You're fuckin' with me, right?" He asked loudly as the music picked up again, the deep bass rumbling through my tummy."Pretty soon." I promised. "You ever had a black girl?" No." He shook his handsome blond head and his bright blue eyes were gorgeous. "I never..." You know what they say, once you. You’ll be shown to your place after.”She turned to the voice, but was met with nothing but black. It was better this way. She wanted the anonymity, the strangers, the unknown. She had been so lost in the last few years trying to ease an ache inside herself that she couldn’t quite reach. Trying to fill a void that she was not sure could even be repressed. And truthfully she had not wanted to.Entering the doorway she welcomed the flow of purplish-blue light that drifted from above the mirrored. The center torso of each was bare and just above the waist and to the right of the navel was a tattoo of a white angle outlined in black holding a red heart in her hands with love inscribed on it. Above the angle was the word "Peace." To the left of their navel's and just above the waist was a deadly looking red scorpion with a drop of venom depicted on its curled tail. Above it was the word "Death."The five of them marched in single file, spun with military precision in front of one of the air. Picking me up you cradle me, carring me to the bathroom. You sit me on the floor by the tub and again poor salts and oils into the tubs to help with my shakeing, soreness and weak legs. Filling the tub around half full with steaming water you slowly lower me in, and make sure I'm ok befor leaving the room for a moment. I rub my legs and feel the nerves objecting as I do so. Once you leave the room I grab my razor and lotion and begin to shave myself. I rub in the oil baised lotion and shave.