It was a Shapiro only night. "Oh, god, B-Ben..!" Abigail clenched her teeth as her hips bucked forward again. It wasn't terribly often that they were intimate now that Ben was more politically active, but when he was, he was always so skillful and proficient in the movement of his hands, those beautiful violin hands. Ben couldn't take it anymore, surrendering himself entirely to his primal urges. Tonight he was going to destroy his younger sister, and not with facts and logic.