The House In The Woods A Sexual HistoryChapter 34
We had only been home for a few weeks when Em came to me one evening as I sat studying for my finals. She had a strange, determined look on her face, and tears in her eyes. She'd been up and down since the holiday, happy one minute, morose the next. Morocco appeared to have done me much more good than it had her. I wondered whether I should wheedle the problem out of her. It was a matter of finding the right moment. Too soon and she'd clam up for longer, too long, and she could become...