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also because there was almost a questionable consent—I love that he just woke up in the night and took what was his.”
    “Damn, that’s sexy,” Nellie said, fanning herself.
    “So you weren’t irritated? I might have been if I had an early day the next morning,” Lucinda said.
    “No. Maybe because I was having a sexy dream already, I’m not sure. But he would have stopped had I asked him to,” Kimberly said.
    “Really?” Carmen asked.
    “Of course, that’s what being a submissive means. You do what Daddy says, what he wants, unless you don’t want to and then you just say no. No always means no, even when you’re submissive to your partner. That’s why we have safewords. I think that’s one of the things people who don’t have relationships like that don’t understand. Your submission is a gift, one that can always be revoked.”
    That made sense. Carmen enjoyed the rest of the meal, getting to know the girls better. It pleased her to have new friends she could talk to about her relationship with Natron. Her other girlfriends would have thought she’d lost her mind. They were all about equality and not letting the man get the upper hand. These girls understood you could give the man the upper hand because you could trust him to take care of you, and that deepened the relationship.
    The party soon broke up with Lucinda and Sloane leaving first, each citing an early morning the next day. Then Kimberly and Nellie stood up. “Are you ready, Carmen?” Nellie asked.
    “I think I’ll stick around for a little while with Charmaine if that’s okay.”
    “Sure, y’all have fun. We’re exhausted. Let’s go shopping one day soon, alright?” Nellie asked.
    Carmen nodded, waved them goodbye and went back to her conversation with Charmaine.
    “You think she’s an airhead, don’t you?” Charmaine asked, referring to Nellie.
    “Well, I… no,” Carmen stammered.
    “Liar.”
    “She’s not?”
    “No. She is a pageant queen, that’s obvious, and she can be annoying. She’s quite a princess and all, but her heart is pure gold. She might come across superficial, but she is someone you want in your corner.”
    “I see. Do you mind if I ask… what’s up with Sloane? She seemed really mad that you were late.”
    Charmaine brushed a hand in front of her face. “Sloane’s as much of a sister to me as any of my half-sisters. She and I have known each other for years, and our relationship is complicated. We fight, but we’re close. Like sisters.”
    They talked for another half hour before they paid their tab.
    On the way out, Carmen bought two posters of Stranger Danger from a vendor just outside, one for herself and one for Charmaine. She handed it to Charmaine, who winked at her. “For my wall,” Charmaine said. “Awesome, do you need a ride home?”
    “No, I’m good, but thanks. I didn’t drink that much,” Carmen said.
    “Suit yourself,” Charmaine said, getting into her black SUV limousine.
    Carmen practically floated to her car. Normally she was shy and didn’t like meeting new people, but meeting these girls—it felt like opening the door to a whole new world for her. She decided to drive to Natron’s place rather than hers. Who knew? Maybe he might wake her up in the middle of the night and they could play Russian Spies…

Chapter Seven
     
     
    Summer had arrived, and with it Carmen had found new success with her paintings. Her portrait of Natron had been accepted in a prestigious show and she traveled to New York for the opening ceremony.
    Upon entering her hotel room, Carmen stopped short; the perfume of roses hung in the air so thick it overpowered her senses. Everywhere she looked was another vase filled with roses, baby’s breath, and eucalyptus; she counted seven bouquets in all. The swath of yellow filled the room with sunshine, even though outside the day was rainy and grey. Carmen didn’t need to read the card to know they were from Natron, but she wanted to read the