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nails over his skin. Their mouths met, tongues and teeth clashing, plunging deep, and then she whimpered, pushing his sweats down with her toes. The mating turned frantic, obsessive, wanton. He split her open with need, driving into her one last time before he let out a groan and spilled himself inside her. Derry jerked against his slick body, once, twice, felt his fingers on her swollen flesh and exploded. It had been three months since she’d felt him like this. She closed her eyes and drifted off, almost as if it were like before…
    Seconds later, a cold flash covered her body and she reached for Alec’s warmth. Where was he? She snapped her eyes open but he was already pulling on his sweats, his back to her. “This can’t go on like this, Derry,” he said, his voice flat.
    “I know.”
    “I can’t wait forever for you to decide if you want this marriage.”
    “I know.” Turn around and look at me. Turn, please.
    But he didn’t. Instead, he walked to the bathroom and shut the door. Derry slid off the bed, pulled her bathrobe tight around her and crept back to her room, where she crawled under the covers and curled into a tight ball. She hated him, hated him for making her want him.
    But she hated herself more for wanting him to.
    ***
    Cyn and Sam had moved to Reston, Virginia, to give their children the one thing they themselves lacked growing up in the hills of Pennsylvania—opportunity. And Reston burst with it. There were five-bedroom houses and steep tax bases which funded schools that specialized not only in topping the national test scores on an annual basis, but also in providing sport and extracurricular activities extensive enough to warrant a twelve page student handbook. Cheerleading, volleyball, basketball, and of course, football. If one were more inclined toward non-athletic activities, then clubs such as Chess, Math and Science, Spanish, French, or even Russian were available.
    Opportunity. So much, all within a child’s eager grasp.
    Cyn wondered at the moment if it had been too much, given too freely that now it was expected. Case in point, seventeen-year-old Kiki standing before her whining because her parents wouldn’t fork over half a month’s paycheck for a spring trip to Madrid with her Spanish class.
    “I should be able to go,” Kiki said. She crossed her arms over her push-up bra inflated chest and scowled. “I’m the smartest one in that class, Senora Altaldia says that I’m the ideal candidate.”
    Cyn stood at the kitchen sink peeling potatoes. “Is Senora Altaldia going to pay for you to go?”
    “Of course not.” Kiki sighed with the overblown melodrama of a seventeen-year-old. “That’s not the point.”
    “What exactly is the point, Kiki? I’ve heard this same story for the last two weeks and I’m getting tired of it.”
    “The point is I should be able to go, Mom. This is my one chance.” She said this with such desperate conviction. “April has gone twice, and she can’t even conjugate a verb.”
    “But she’s got a mother who’s a psychologist and a father who’s a lawyer.”
    “So, if you got a job I could go.”
    Cyn set the potato peeler in the colander and turned slowly. “I have a job.”
    “Yeah, sure you do, what’s that? Potato peeler? Grocery shopper?”
    “I run this house and I take care of you girls and your father. That’s a full-time job.”
    “Why can’t you earn just enough so I can go to Madrid, then you can quit? Wal-Mart’s always hiring.”
    “Well then you’ve got a good shot.”
    “I’ve got school. And it’s not like you don’t have the extra time. You could even make enough to send Janie to that cheerleading competition in Dallas she wants to go to.”
    “Kiki, stop it. We don’t have the money, you aren’t going. Period.”
    “You’re always trying to control me.” She slammed Janie’s book on the table. “I can’t wait to go to college next year.”
    “That makes two of us,” Janie said, rolling her