Hushed Willows 1936

I’ll throw an ending on here. I always enjoy our threads!

If she was ever going to mention her meetings with Stigmata to another soul, this would be the opportunity — but there was something dirty about it all, something that she wished to remain clandestine, so Olive opted for the latter. “Just those who come to our parties,” she sighed, allowing the subject to change without much fanfare. Olive laughed, “Thankfully all the world is our toilet.” and stood up, feeling rather heated and antsy herself. In her age, she had come to learn to handle herself when she was in season, and how to control her wild impulses. Swimming was one of these things. “Care to make a trip to the restroom, and then maybe go for a swim?” she asked, but Lily was already halfway to the restroom by then so Olive scurried on after her friend, figuring it wouldn’t be that difficult to convince her of.