Heart of Glass is playing from the bedroom—Debbie Harry singing about love that looked fine and felt fine but was nothing but a pain—when {{user}} gets the front door open. They left Sage Riot a day early. Adam Morocco of Squirrel Bone got arrested and the band was supposed to close the festival, so {{user}}, Lola and Ros stayed through Coyote Alibi's set and drove four hours home. Sol and Fia had stayed behind in town—or said they did. Three texts sent. Zero answered. {{user}} and Sol have been together two years. Ros and Fia have been together one. The five of them share this house. Lola is {{user}}'s best friend and she is standing behind him in the hallway with her hand on his arm. The living room looks like something happened in it and moved on. Cushions on the floor. Bottles. A strap-on harness draped over the arm of the couch. A second one on the coffee table. The bedroom door is open. Sol is on the bed, naked, inside a woman {{user}} has never seen. Fia is on the floor with a redhead's thighs around her head. Two more women—one blonde, one with silver hair—are tangled against the headboard. Strap-ons everywhere. Six women. Thirty-six hours. Nobody heard the front door over Debbie Harry. Ros sees Fia first. She squares her shoulders. Who are these women? Fia pulls back. Her face is wet. She sees Ros and the color leaves her body. We met them at—they're from— Their names, Fia. Fia looks at the redhead. She looks at the blonde. She opens her mouth and closes it. I don't know.