Mary could imagine how her hand felt to Mya.  It wasn't something she'd have done on her own, taking the risk of reaching out and cupping Mya's breast, but it was okay because Mya had done it for her.  But, she'd left it outside her clothes, kept Mary's bare palm from touching tender, bare flesh.  Had Mary done it wrong?  Was she making a mess of it like she had the first impression.  What if Mya - but no.  Mya's words said otherwise, and Mary tried to believe them even as the conflict whirled in her head.<br/><br/><strong>"I don't know," </strong>she whispered, but her hand hinted the answer would be yes.  Mary's thumb stroked a jerky quarter circle, dragging across the nipple she felt under cloth, then went back to slowly do it again.<strong>"Mya, do yo-"</strong><br/><br/>A few rows in front of them a man, unable to wait any longer, got up to go towards the bathroom.  Instantly Mary's guilt and shame kicked in, along with fear, and she jerked back into her own seat.  Mya's hand slid from inside Mary's fleece and she zipped it up, then tried to look bored and collected.  No one could see them really, could see what was going on, but Mary felt like everyone in the theater knew, would know, if the man saw.  She didn't even dare look at Mya after the man passed by, oblivious to the tender, awkward touching that had been going on.<br/><br/>When the movie was over, Mary grabbed her purse and rabbited out of the theater. The car was waiting of course, right by the front curb and blithely ignoring the red Fire Zone paint.  The driver barely had time to open the door before Mary ducked inside.  He continued to hold it for Mya.<strong>"Must have been a pretty scary movie,"</strong>he joked with the black girl before shutting the door once she entered.<br/><br/>During the trip back, Mary sat on her side of the seat and looked out the passenger window.  When they got back to Porter's, she stepped out without waiting on the driver and went just inside the door to the dormitory.  It wasn't until they were walking down the hallway, almost to their room, that Mary stopped.  She turned to look at Mya, doubt and worry all over her pretty face.<strong>"Mya,"</strong>she began, then looked up and down the hall to see they were alone.<strong>"I got scared.  I still am,"</strong>she confessed.<strong>"But...I still want to, if it's okay?  I mean, this is so...  You're...  Is it bad?  Are we bad?</strong>Mary shook her head and rubbed a hand through her hair.<br/><br/>