She leaned over him as far as she could, with her own injuries, the cuts on her buttocks screaming at her to straighten up.Mallory ignored the burning...along the row of stitches on her body. She felt needed for the first time in years. She was doing something for a man that hadn’t asked or told her what to do. She needed more of this feeling already. The feeling of giving herself to a man out of need rather than out of duty as a woman.Her left nipple raked across his up turned fingers as his. The sweet irony is that Rachel sat next to me and made sure she didn't give me an inch of skin to fantasize about, and unbeknownst to her, Hailey regaled me with her silent and subtle performance. I had to give the younger girl credit: even though she kept at her mission with steady vigilance, she never got out of control, nor did she blatantly give herself away. She did turn this way and that from time to time, but she revealed little. I wondered if there was a way to find out just how many. ‘This is insane…’ Amira mumbled as they walked down the hallway. ‘What?’ Aaron said from a step behind her. ‘Nothing,’ Amira shook her head. It was what she was repeating in her head for the past four to six hours. However long it had been since she woke. When she was on ‘the other side of the coin’ it seemed easier to comprehend witches and wizards… dragons and magic. But now, back in her smelly apartment hallway. Walking on the creaky floor boards and seeing Mrs. Riddley, her neighbor across. Jewel slipped into the water, relaxing in the warm rose scented water, her fingers idly playing with the petals. Whoever is behind this, she mused, knows how to treat a woman like a princess. Her head back against the contours of the bath, she felt completely at peace, entirely content. Time passed. A few minutes, an hour. She didn’t know and didn’t care, for once in her life. A knock came at the door. Hastily, she wrapped herself in a robe hanging in the closet, and went to answer. A woman.