By the time the votes had concluded, the four friends were strewn across the corner sofa. Panting, slick with sweat and other sticky juices, they enjoyed a moment of calm, turning their actions over in their mind. Deepest in thought was Quinn, the awkward angle she was lying at causing the gemstone of her ring to dig into her finger. Rather than readjust her position, she let herself feel it. She should have felt guilty, or ashamed, but all of that was drowned out by the glow of excitement. How could her marriage mean so little? The greatest commitment of her life had been broken, against her will at times,...