My sister disappeared in kitchen where she'dprobably go even further with this charade of hers. I figured I'd sitat the bottom of the steps and try to... listen."Where's Lee and Karena." I heard my mom ask."Karena went home and Lee said he was going to spend the night atDante's house." Oh, okay then, is your friend Leah staying for dinner? Or do the twoof you have plans for tonight."The conversation stopped and there was an awkward silence. I figured mysister was panicking but she promised me that. Even with the minimal buzz she got off a single wine cooler—drinking that was the subject of much comedy, to be sure—she felt like it wasn’t just the noise itself. It was her. It didn’t help that DJ Virginia liked to crank the music so damn loud, either. Meredith never tried to compete to be heard over people louder than she. Since most people were louder, she usually had to be content with keeping silent in situations like this. Parties weren’t really her thing. ‘When was yours?’ It took. Her outer labia were puffy, her inner labia hanging down and surrounding an enlarged and opened love box, drawing the eyes of the viewer deep into the cunt in focus. There was a similarity between the two photos. The extra shining genitals were like my shining erection. The cunt in the print was dripping love juice. One drop was hanging down from her exposed and large clitoris. The face of the female subject was full of lust and contorted like being in the midst of a huge orgasmic wave. Her. "Give me a hug," said Donna. Aside from damp hair, I was dry now, so I let the sodden towel drop to thefloor and walked deep into Donna's embrace. She clasped her hands behind thesmall of my back, and I was overwhelmed with gratitude for her sympathy. Iplaced my chin on her left shoulder, then curled my face into her neck andsobbed. I don't know why I cried, my pain was over, but Donna symbolised extremeswithin me. Extreme pain, extreme drama, extreme pleasure, extreme emotion.Now this extreme.