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She blinked as bits of the previous night’s events flickered in her memory. With nervous fingers, she felt her way through the folds of her sheets. When her hands failed to meet flesh, she breathed a sigh of relief. Then she flung off her pink comforter and smiled.
    Whatever she’d done the night before had at least happened outside her apartment. She waited at the door to the bathroom until the shower water stopped running. “Shani? You almost done?”
    “Yep.” The click of the other girl’s door closing signaled that the bathroom was all hers. Kuri slipped off her nightie and turned on the water, feeling the warmth sluice over the skin. She stepped under the fall and soaped up her loofah. After all her years, she’d never looked at her body until after she washed. There wasn’t any telling what might have been left behind the previous night.
    Her hand smoothed over her arms and a memory crept up of the argument she’d had with Frank the day before. Kuri could almost feel him gripping her. An image popped into her mind of his one dark hand and one light one clutching her hips and Kuri scrubbed the loofah lower, scraping any possible evidence of her night from between her legs.
    A softened bruise on her backside drew Kuri’s attention and she scoffed. As if it wasn’t enough that she still had a shiner, some jerk probably left a handprint on her butt.
    Worst part about that was that it encouraged the next guy to smack her too. In general, Kuri didn’t care. It’s not as if she remembered what happened with men, but she worried that she’d end up in a hospital, discovered to be a stein, and handed over to the police.
    She stepped out of the shower stall, wrapped her fluffy towel around her chest and peered in the mirror. Leaning in close, Kuri wiped steam from the glass and spotted not just one, but a whole line of love bites trailing down her neck. Drat. She flicked on the bathroom fan and used her towel to clean the mirror better. Then she twisted her body to check out the damage to her rump. The guy had left swats all over the place, big handprints of fading red.
    A memory flitted across her imagination—Frank’s face, his smell. She shook her head to clear the image. She must have been fantasizing about her boss to get through sex and gotten wires crossed in her memory.
    Fantastic , now when she saw her boss again, she’d be imagining him hung like a stallion. Kuri wound a towel around her head and kicked away the ripped shirt she’d worn the night before.
    Opening her drawers, she rifled through lumpy sweats and drew out her most ragged outfit—the one reserved for late-night movies with Shani. Kuri tugged the loose outfit over granny panties and an old sports bra and wound her hair into a bun without brushing it. Her fingers fumbled with her contact lens case, so she shoved her one pair of glasses on her face. They were black and huge—an old 2030s style. Oh well, Frank just had her packing boxes that day anyway.
    When the doorbell rang, Kuri flinched. She felt weird—as if her skin was too tight. Her nerves ratcheted higher when instead of Q-ter, Frank was at the door.
    His gray-brown hair was slicked back, and he’d shaved. Three bits of paper dotted bloody nicks on his scars. She scanned to his thick neck, to where the cords of muscle disappeared under a clean, white dress shirt. A purple love bite colored his brown skin. His collar bent at an angle to frame it, as if he’d been trying to show off his badge.
    Kuri raised her eyebrows. What, like she was supposed to be impressed that Frank had gotten laid? But she had to admit he cleaned up nice.
    “‘Morning, doll.”
    She detected a hint of question in his salutation. “Um, good morning, Frank.”
    He stood there staring at her with an odd expectation in his eyes. And maybe a hint of fear. “Listen, we should probably talk about what happened. You gotta know I would never do anything to hurt you. Hell, I felt guilty as shit taking you up