"Dear . . . God," she blurted as she recoiled. The hallway beyond was filled with the males of the house, the Brothers and other fighters and Manny sitting on the floor with their backs to the bare walls, their legs stretched out, propped up, crossed at the knees or crossed at the ankles. Apparently there had been quite a bit of drinking going on, empty bottles of vodka and whiskey littered around them, glasses in hands or on thighs. "This is not as pathetic as it looks," her Butch pointed out. "Liar," V muttered. "It so fucking is. I think I'm going to start knitting for reals." As the females emerged with her, each one of them registered shock, disbelief, and then a wry amusement. "Is it me," one of the males groused, "or did we just perform our own mass castration out here?" "I think that just about sums this shit up," somebody agreed. "I'm wearing panties under my leathers from now on. Anyone joining me?" "Lassiter already does," V said as he got to his feet and went to Jane. "Hey." And then it was group-reunion time. While the other pairs found one another, Butch smiled as Marissa came over to him and put out her hand to help him off the floor. As they embraced, he kissed her on the side of the neck. "Are you out of love with me now?" he murmured. "' Cuz I'm pussy-whipped?" She leaned back in his arms. "Why? Because you pined after me while I was watching a dirty movie with my girls that wasn't all that dirty? I think it's actually-- and brace yourself-- really pretty cute." "I'm still all man." As she rolled her body against him, she let out a mmmm as she felt his erection. "Yes, I can tell."