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The TV was on, the lights were off, a blanket covering the three of us. No one said a word. It was my friend who moved his hand first, slowly, as if he’d been waiting for that moment for a long time.

When I pulled up his phone and saw my own image on the screen, I knew there was no escape. Or that’s what I told myself.

I was looking for something temporary while I studied. But that night, when he left the avatar and called me with the camera on, I knew I could never go back.

They were my son’s friends. They were twenty years old and looked at me like I was the only thing they wanted in the world. I should have gone upstairs alone. I didn’t.

I left the panic button on the cot pillow. The bars pressed into my back when his tongue went down, and I knew I was no longer his lawyer.

As soon as we left the parking lot, she slipped her hand down and closed her eyes. I looked for a dead-end road. We’d spent a whole week unable to touch each other.

Rodrigo doesn’t know everything that happened on that trip. Only the version I chose to tell him. The truth is darker, more delicious.

Two separated women, an apartment too orderly, and a deck of cards no one should have found that night.

He asked me for a quickie while I was writing. He came out of the bathroom smelling like him, and I put on the lace stockings. I’m still savoring the rest.