The knock on the door is perfunctory and I roll my eyes when Rose strolls into the room. Our relationship is the odd kind that comes from witnessing the other in sexual acts. Intimate but distant enough not to be considered friends by the larger world. Rose is an exhibitionist. Anytime that Ari and I could get an invite to watch her and her tentacled lover, we took it. The forbidden sight always spurs our own sexual actions.
