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sister’s voice floated out to her, as if
    she were in some kind of pain. “Yesssss….” she hissed right after that, putting
    Diana’s concern about pain to rest. “That’s right. That’s it. There…no,
    not there, there…ahhhhh.” A whispery sound, like fabric, covered up the next
    words.
    Diana’s cheeks flushed and her pulse raced when she heard
    Dom’s voice next. She’d know that sound anywhere. It populated her fevered,
    sixteen-year-old fantasies in ways she barely understood, especially since the
    boy causing them had been her friend since they’d met in Sunday school. She’d
    been four, he, five. It had been her first time away from her mama and she’d
    been bone-deep terrified, even though it was in church. He’d taken one look at
    Diana’s tear-streaked face and shoved her down on her butt before running away,
    leaving her no choice but to take off after him and subsequently forget being
    afraid in favor of the chase.
    Dominic’s words floated out to her again. “Holy shit.
    Holy…oh…Christ.” He let out a low moan and the sound she’d heard earlier and
    ignored, thinking it was something coming from outside, started up again—and
    the rhythmic thump-thump of her sister’s headboard against the wall covered up
    the various groaning noises, thank the Lord.
    Diana pressed against the hallway’s cool plaster, willing
    one of her parents to get wind of it, to storm up the steps, throw open the
    door and catch them—her sister and Dominic Love—fucking. She bit her lip,
    unable to move past the door, in spite of her fury.
    How had Dominic gotten in? Had he snuck back after they’d
    spent the hours in the blood and guts of her kill? It had been fun, she
    thought. They’d laughed, worked together, lightly flirted, the usual. Claiming
    he had to get up and work for his daddy the next day at the brewery, Dom had
    gotten in his pickup and driven down her drive, arm hanging out the window. Jen
    had only shown her pretty face once during the evening, wrinkled up her nose at
    the gore-fest and left.
    They were a couple, Diana thought, clenching her
    fists. She and Dominic. Dominic was hers. They were….
    “Oh yes!” her sister whisper-shrieked, making Diana nearly leap
    out of her skin. The pounding noises ceased. She could hear the fabric
    whoosh-whoosh again and a low moan of satisfaction coming from Dominic’s mouth.
    “Oh, God, I’m sorry,” he said. Her sister giggled, saying
    something Diana couldn’t hear but sounded like first time .
    Without thinking, Diana acted, stepping toward the door and
    pushing it open. Her sister’s bed was tucked into an alcove, like hers next
    door. Diana could only see the footboard from the doorway, but she heard them
    talking loud and clear.
    “I shouldn’t have…I mean, I’m not…you know….” Dom was in the
    middle of saying.
    Kissing sounds that seemed to last forever cut him off.
    Diana waited, angry, horrified yet unable to confront them.
    “You’re pretty good for a rookie,” Jen said, eventually.
    “Well, I do read a few magazines,” Dom replied with another
    long sigh. “Oh crap, what time is it?”
    Diana knew she should move away; just let it go. Jen had
    always done things better than her as the older, taller, prettier,
    better-at-riding and school, and pretty-much-everything daughter. Their father
    had wanted a son for the second child so he’d named Diana after the goddess of
    hunting and had treated her like a boy from the get-go. She had no concept of
    pretty dresses, or pedicures, or dances, or boyfriends, apparently—anything
    that made up Jen’s world.
    But by God, Dominic Love was her boyfriend. They were
    meant to be together. Everyone always assumed they were despite his
    near-constant flirtation with anything female crossing his path. She’d even let
    him kiss her and touch her boobs two days ago, the bastard.
    “Where’re my…oh hell, Jen don’t do that…oh….”
    Jen giggled and there were more
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