Stag Dance'Two hours later, a chill rose off the long shadows and we had readied ourselves for the dance. I had my eyelashes darkened. He pricked his finger with the tip of a pocket blade, and on the newly exposed globes of my cheeks, we made circles of rouge. I'd never shared much time with any other person. Never been so open and sharing and naked in the intentions of our bodily preparations. Not brother, not sister, not good time girls, nor fellow jacks.'