”“Well, a question,” Celia said, somewhat nervously.It was strange seeing her standing there, one foot scratching the back of the other and her ...hands, half covered with the long sleeve shirt she was wearing, clasped together in front of her, fidgeting. She reminded me most of a kid being nervous, trying to ask permission for something. It was a very different attitude then the girl I’d met just a week and a half or so ago, the one who didn’t care what happened to her, and was angry at everyone. "You guys have a bond, Joe," Josh answered. "Maybe you don't see it or she doesn't, but its there. I'd be as likely to take her from you as I would take Devi." Devi and I married for legal reasons," I said even though he knew."I hate you sometimes," said Josh. "I'll never have a woman look at me the way Bess or Devi or Amy looks at you. And you don't even realize how much they love you. It's not just Bess, Joe, goddamnit. You may think she's the one and only, and maybe even Devi and Amy accept. So anyway, Tim has made up some sangria and we eat the steaks and we're drinking, and the conversation, as it sometimes does when you get a bunch of 20-year-olds in a room, turns to sex. And at one point Michael asks me if I've ever been with a black guy. I tell him, truthfully, that I haven't. Not that I wouldn't, just, you know, I went to a pretty white high school, that kind of stuff. Now, I'm not super experienced at this point or anything, but at the same time I never felt like I should. She slapped the cuff on the wrist and then pushed Brent’s other hand through the headboard to do the same. She made sure to keep the cuffs loose enough that they wouldn’t bother him; she didn’t really think he would try to make a getaway.After the final click of the cuff, Brent instinctively pulled on them to see if they were secure; it didn’t occur to him to wonder what he would have done if they weren’t. The cuffs clunked against the posts of the headboard as he did so.Emma smiled down at him.