She’d broken from the kiss in a panic, and had to steel herself with heavy breaths just to keep from blowing up. Would that woman even recognize this girl in the tub? Were they even the same person anymore? “Woof-woof.” Julia said softly, and looked up at me from the tops of her eyes, those same emeralds I’d seen in that little ginger girl’s face over a decade ago. This was my Julia; different, but still her. Julia smiled those red desi lips, and tilted her head back. She knew the situation. I grinned, and leaned forward, my platinum hair forming a curtain around her face, the strands tickling her chin. Our smiles connected, our mouths opened, and our tongues moved inside. Emeralds corrupted with blackness, no mercy in their pits, only cruelty, only hunger. They reflect my screaming face, and they grow hungrier with each desperate wail I sound. Those red lips quirk below them, revealing rows of white teeth bared in a predatory grin. No mercy, no hope, no love. Only pain. I flung backward, indian falling on my ass, water splashing around me. Julia darted upright, the bath steaming with her alarm, and I scrambled to my feet, backing away, my heart pounding. “Woof-woof?” she asked, turning to get out of the tub. My mind painted her eyes black, and carved a merciless smile across her mouth. “Stay back!” I screamed, backing toward the door. I knew the hurt on Julia’s face would break my heart later, but in that moment my heart was Mms too gripped with panic to care. She gazed after me with slightly-parted lips, and eyes filled with regret, but that evil mask strobed across her portrait, and the coward in me took over. I turned on my heel, and I sprinted out of the room, india a pathetic ‘woof-woof’ sounding after me. I rounded a corner, my stomach knotting, Bhabhi my body clammy with fear, searching for some secluded place to finish freaking out in peace. I dove into a nearby closet, slammed the metal door, and sat for a moment in perfect, sanguine darkness. My breathing decelerated, my heart fell in time, and I managed to keep from puking breakfast onto my lap. I tried to remember the feeling of Serenity inside me, but there was no substitute for the Sentient gift, and my lungs ached for it. Angela was right; it was addictive. The door opened, and any semblance of peace I had was spurred from my body, the panic surging back. “Princess?” Sara asked from Scandal the doorway. “I’m fine.” I replied breathily. Sara extended her hand, I grasped it, and she hauled me up with unexpected strength, the momentum propelling me against her. “You’re not fine.” Sara whispered, studying me, “You’re anything but ‘fine.’” Sara brushed my hair behind my ears, and went about straightening my dress, “You need to hold it together for just one day, Princess, then you can have your narcissistic break down.” “You’re a wealth of sympathy.” I growled. “Yesterday was the worst day of your life, I get it,” Sara said as she tidied me, “but that would’ve just been ‘Wednesday’ for me back at the palace. My mother looked disgusted. “See, daddy? They offered to Uber over, I suggested that I could send a Bhabhi car for them, which they happily agreed to. The softness of her perky and youthful breasts was an amazing first touch for Kyle, and he continued to grope a very generous feel of her breasts as Natalie continued to kiss his neck. Jake said what might you expect to get for her Leo said it depends if someone bought her to make money I would want Mms a thousand pounds but no less than eight hundred. For some reason she got in desi her Scandal head that because I would india be moving 4 hours away into New York City that our relationship was over. It started with some food that was a lot better than the rubbish that was served on the boat, then we hit the bars. I took it out to find I had a new message. I admitted that indian I had. This was a one-time thing. You might even tuck it in a little further around your waist.” Besides, now that you know I bet that you’ll get all excited when we go to bed tonight.”