wasn't Ronnie he was looking at when he finished.
I didn't blush, I paled. I felt trapped. Trapped by what? That was the ten-thousand-dollar question. Even to myself, I wasn't sure I had an answer.
They left to repair Nathaniel's costume. The silence in the kitchen after they left was deep, long, and uncomfortable. At least for me. I didn't look at Ronnie, because I was trying to think of something to say. I shouldn't have worried, she found just the right thing to say. "Damn, Anita, I mean, damn."
I did look at her then. "What's that supposed to mean?" My voice was a little shaky to come off as indignation, but it was worth the effort.
Ronnie had a look in her eyes that I didn't like. It was way too discerning. We'd been best friends for years, just because we'd drifted apart didn't mean she still couldn't read me. "You haven't had sex with him yet." She sounded sure, and amazed.
"What makes you say that?"
"Oh, come, Anita, you're never quite this uncomfortable once that bridge has been crossed. For you, intercourse is permission to have a relationship, until that happens, you never really relax around them."
I was blushing again, arms crossed over my stomach, leaning against the island, using my hair to try to hide the blush, and failing. "So you've always known every time I made love to someone?"
"Most of the time, yeah, except with Jean-Claude. He messed up your radar and mine."
I glanced up then. "How so?"
"You stayed uncomfortable around him even after the two of you were having sex together. I think it's one of the reasons I didn't like him. I guess I thought if you were that conflicted, then it wouldn't last."
I shrugged. "I don't remember being uncomfortable around him afterward."
She just looked at me.
I had the decency to squirm. "Okay, maybe I was. But it's not true that I stop being uncomfortable after having sex just once. It takes a few sessions, a little 'monotonous monogamy' for me to truly relax."
She smiled. "Point taken. The best sex is after you've learned a few things about each other." She looked at me, very serious again. "You really haven't had sex with him, have you?"
I shook my head.
"Why not?" she asked.
I looked at her.
"Anita, after the little show he just put on, I'd do him."
I looked at her harder.
"You say he's been sleeping in your bed, with you and Micah, right?"
I nodded.
"For how long?"
"About four months," I said.
"Four months of climbing between your sheets, and you haven't fucked him?"
"Pick a different word, okay? If we're going to have this talk, pick a different word."
"Sorry, okay, you haven't made love to him, that better?"
I nodded.
"Why haven't you made love to him? He obviously wants you to."
I shrugged.
"No, I want an answer on this one. Has Jean-Claude decided to draw the line at sharing you with this many men?"
"No," I said.
"Micah has a problem with it?"
"No."
"Then why not?"
I sighed. "Because when I first let Nathaniel move in, he was like a wounded puppy, something to take care of and help heal. He was so submissive that he wanted someone to run his life and order him around. I've got enough to do to run my own life, so I sort of demanded he change, become more independent. He did it, he's doing really well."
"He's a lot more confident than the last time I saw him," Ronnie said. "I mean he's almost like a different person."
I shook my head. "He's a stripper, he has to have a certain level of confidence in himself."
She shook her head. "Nope, had a roommate in college that stripped her way through school on the weekends. She had a terrible self-image."
"Then why did she strip?"
"It made her feel like someone wanted her. Her childhood makes yours and mine read like Rebecca of Sunnybrook Farm."
"Ouch," I said.
"Yeah, stripping made her feel good and bad all at the same time."
"What happened to her?" I asked.
"She graduated, found a job, found religion, and is now married with two kids and an attitude so holy that you can't have a conversation with her without her trying to convert you."
"They say that no one is as holy as a reformed sinner."
"Stripping isn't a sin, Anita. Being naked isn't a sin, it's the way God sends us into the world, how bad can it be?"
I shrugged.
"Sex isn't a sin either, Anita."
"Intellectually I know that, Ronnie, but part of me just can't shake my grandmother's voice. Sex was evil, men that wanted