My fear grows exponentially causing an immediate white streak to line a portion of my jet black hair. I can only stand, frozen in fear as i watch her face, observe her face, and study her face. Cartoon sex There is blood everywhere and I want hurl. Her hair is cut short in a mischievous sort of way and her eyes are a deep blue. I need to possess a body to touch. …and be touched. Her breasts look to be about a C cup. Being as engrossed in my book as I was, I nearly jumped out of my skin at the sudden contact. I scrunch my nose when the smell of old books assaults my most sensitive sense. Lost in the turbulent waves of my fear, when I return to awareness; I find myself directly in front of her. Even though it is only a vision I run to hide until the shooting stops. I inquire, “Why are you here and they aren’t?” She looks at me with such sorrow that it snaps one of my heart strings
