It always happend when she was little and her mother took her temp, of course in the ass. She started thinking about when she was little and got her t...mp taken. At that time, it always hurt a little. That was just because she didn't ever relax so of course it hurted a little. Her mother just saw when she wasn´t feeling good and she said almost always to Lisa: „You don´t look so good“. „Let me feel your forehead“ She put her hand on Lisa´s forehead and felt she was warm. „I need to take your. .. and in spades. The long golden honey hair still casually caressed her face and back and I wanted desperately the opportunity to do the same. Her eyes had changed a little; they were still the same violet blue but they were sadder now, and the only part of her face that revealed her true age. Leslie, who was a similarly pretty woman of about the same age but with darker hair and features, appeared quite ready for a complete nervous breakdown, and would have liked nothing better than to beat. So much so that I got home without really knowing how...I entered my small house and collapsed in a heap on my sofa. My mind just blurry now. My emotions pulled all over. I was awoken from my daze by a buzzing. My phone. An unknown number. I ignored it as I would any other time. It stopped but then lit up again with a message. 'Pick up my new pet' was all it said and my phone rang again. I answered nervously."Hello"."Jess. Where are you?" I knew Emma's voice straight away. My body tingled at. Maybe she was still outside and hadn't gotten to the house.But wait, ahead was what looked like a table etched out of stone. As she grew closer, she could see the finite details on it. She found what looked like a wine bottle and a crystal glass. The slip of paper told her to pour herself a glass and drink it, in calligraphic script.What they thought she was crazy, what with all the warnings posted everywhere to only drink what could be trusted, not what was offered by strangers. But then.