We? Erato flashed a look at Melpomene, but she liked the way Apollo's hand rested on her bare skin so she nodded agreement instead. "Sounds fun."
She drained her glass, and straightened her sleeve, feeling a slight call of nature. But she couldn't, not now. She knew the moment she gave so much as an inch, Melpomene would be in like a shot.
"Young people are so delightfully impressionable. They haven't toughened up yet. I hope your boys are lovely."