Jenny and Elise were still kissing when Rufus called.
 Ring, ring! ?Shit!? Jenny threw Elise off of her, leaped off the couch, and sprinted into the kitchen. It wasn?t like anyone could see them, but she still felt like she?d been caught doing something incredibly embarrassing. ?Everything okay?? Rufus growled cheerfully into the phone. ?I?m stuck down here with Max and Lyle and the rest of these losers. The snow?s a bitch.? Rufus spent most Friday nights down in the East Village at an old bar with his Communist writer friends. He sounded jolly, the way he always sounded when he?d had two or three glasses of red wine. ?You girls staying out of trouble??  Jenny blushed. ?Uh-huh.? ?Well, tell that friend of yours to stay put. No one in their right mind should try to get anywhere tonight.? Jenny nodded. ?Okay.? She?d been kind of hoping Elise would go home so she could take a hot bath and collect her thoughts, but she couldn?t very well ask her to leave when there were four feet of snow on the ground and it was still coming down. ?I?ll see you later, Daddy,? she said, almost wishing she could tell him how confused she was about what had just happened. She might have been a budding artist but that didn?t mean she had to experimentall the time. Jenny hung up the phone. ?So what should we do now?? Elise asked, wandering into the kitchen with her jeans still unbuttoned. She separated an Oreo and licked the cream out of the inside. Elise seemed to be hinting that she was ready to move on to the next chapter inThis Is My Body for Women , but noway was Jenny going to find out what that entailed. She faked a yawn. ?Dad says he?s coming home soon,? she lied. ?I?m kind of tired anyway.? She glanced out the kitchen window. Everything was white and the snow was still falling. It looked like the end of the world. ?Come on.?............