The sight should've made me uneasy—Kina grilling Ruth about last night—but instead, it just made me smirk. I guess she'd either be horrified or impressed. Knowing about squirting, probably both.
Ada and Kerry came to my side, and falling into step beside me, we began to walk together.
I was touched by the arm of Ada; she was very warm and stable, whereas Kerry tapped my hand now and again, which perhaps she had to do to stabilize herself. There was no talking between us, and the air was good, such as that which exists amongst intimacy.
The road was not new to us; it was the one Kerry had brought me down before, and to that private area where she used to pee.
