Missy played some calming spiritual music and lit a candle. Chastity winced, feeling the wood floor under her thin mat. “I want the kind of man who goes looking for a war,” she said. Missy aligned her hips up and back for Downward-Facing Dog. “There’s a few wars out there already,” she said. “Should be easy to find.” “Not a real war,” Chastity said, after her third attempt at the Plow. “Nothing that would kill him.” “What, you just want things that will make him stronger?” Missy exhaled through her nose and stood up. “Boring.” “I want him to find something worth fighting for every day.” “This, coming from the woman with the most dangerous party theory ever.” Missy raised her arms and took a deep breath. “I guess I could have seen it coming,” she said, exhaling. Chastity felt it wasn’t a true party until something got broken and someone got hurt. “I want a man who knows what it means to fight,” she said.
