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Honey I know bad shit sometimes happens to good people. It's the inevitability of life, right? It just seems so sad that someone died in the club because of us. The weight of that responsibility sits on our shoulders. Brandt and I talked about the life that was lost in the wee hours of the morning after we had sex at his new house. We haven't made it back to the playroom since all this craziness has hit us. We had both been hoping for a fun night, the night of the fire, but you see how that turned out. Not that I am complaining. We made it out with our lives. One woman was not so fortunate and that is a real shame.

Walls made of politeness and distance and the careful avoidance of anything that might lead to hurt. Oliver didn’t try to tear the walls down. He just… sat beside them. Quietly. Patiently. Until one day, I found myself opening the door. After a book club meeting in early November. We’d been discussing a novel about a woman who leaves her husband and starts over in a small town. The conversation had been heated—Lena loved it, Jenna hated it, Carlos had cried three times—and by the end, I was exhausted. I lingered after everyone left, helping Martha stack chairs.

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Like someone had started carving something beautiful and then walked away. “Where are we going?” I asked. He gave nothing. Men like him probably didn’t waste words on their victims. Too busy murdering families and ruining perfectly good evenings. Or maybe he had a speech problem. I squinted my eyes at him as I tried to imagine him having difficulty with words. “I have book club tomorrow. We’re doing Pride and Prejudice. I’m supposed to bring scones. I would really like not to miss it.” Still zero reaction. Not even a twitch at the corner of his mouth.

Another XY chromosome in attendance was a young lad that looked like he'd been forced to be here. Three men among six women, discussing an erotica book. At the risk of sounding like Sawyer, this really did look like one of those cults that adjourned with an orgy. "Shall we start?" My god mother broke the tension almost as if she could read my thoughts aloud. "I'm just going to start by thanking Zade Cutler for showing up to our book club. I didn't know a man of your...ehm..caliber was interested in books" I smiled. A smile that had the Smith women swooning and had Claire rolling her eyes with disinterest.

"Arts and crafts, Chloe? You suck at that. A three-year-old with macaroni could do better. And books? Really I mean, books are great and all but you gotta get out and see the world!" "I love my book club. We have fun, sometimes. Though it's going to be hard to go without Nicki." Chloe sighed and thought about it a moment. "Well, books are good for escaping, and I'm in need of escaping." She closed her eyes and began to escape to an imaginary world with Mr. Policeman. What they could do in his sexy car with his sexy smell all around her…

“In fact, with Gunnar and Henrik, I actually threw them into the lake on more than one occasion for trying to hit on me, both before and especially after Nigel.” Her tone indicated that she found those memories as amusing as they were exasperating. The ire of her teenage years bubbled up for just an instant before she shrugged it off. “And now I don’t like those two. I think next month’s book club will focus entirely on mxm. They get queasy when there are gay sex scenes in a book, probably because it makes them too aware of how close their dicks get when fucking Zoe. André will be thrilled to have a month of books to give him more deviant ideas for the bedroom.” I decided.

As I perused the books, I could feel Aidan’s gaze on me. The shop, much like the one downstairs, boasted an impressive selection. These were books to be enjoyed in the coffee lounge, not purchased or taken home. A smile tugged at my lips as I reached the romance novel section. So, Well Thumbed had these too. I wondered if they had hidden gems, perhaps something I hadn’t read or that Uncle Alex’s book club, Bound To Please, hadn’t discovered yet.

we same in unison pointing to each other. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ ------------- “There is no such thing as a good story. There is only something like a good book. A good book is where a reader finds complete solace and comfort; a way to escape harsh realities relating to his life” - R.A Higheels If you liked this chapter, please consider leaving a review!