.. I haven’t decided to run…”“Bullshit!” Again her voice changed."You are going to run. And you are going to win.”“Look, I don’t, I do...’t know what the fuck this thing is. I… you can be my campaign manager. Just let my family go.”“Oh I don’t care who you pick as your campaign manager,” De Goth said. “You’ll win.”“How do you know-”She cut him off, again flush with anger. “Fifty-one percent of the country is female. Each one of them will vote for you even if I have to personally crawl up each. Her confusion and her attempt to keep her dirty secret, all of it had come into the light... all because of her. She had to fix this but first she had to find Trina. Bree ran down the stairs and slipped on a pair of shoes. She started running for the woods before she even thought about where her sister might have gone. Her mind was racing as her feet pounded the soft earth below. She let her eyes scan everywhere as she ran hoping to get a glimpse of her fleeing twin. She tripped twice on fallen. She accepted the cup and drank in slow sips. There were tears in her eyes and we were silent. Finally, after another extended trip to the bathroom, she told me her name was Bambi Lynn Smith and that she lived at a sorority house where she was a pledge. ‘Let’s go,’ I said and we departed in my rattletrap to take her home. ‘Did we? Last night, I mean.’ she asked as we drove. ‘No,’ I said. ‘Was I a mess?’ she asked. ‘Yes,’ I said. ‘Thanks,’ she said as I drove off. Back at the apartment I returned. Getting her breath momentarily, Georgia looked down between their lewdly entwined bodies to watch fascinated as his glistening red thick penis pistioned rhythmically in and out of her vaginal mouth, which clung to it lasciviously, loud sucking, slurping noises emanating from the action. Her brain seemed to dissolve further with each maddening, breath-taking plunge, and she reeled in the blinding light of taboo animalism. Kicking out her legs, she wrapped them snugly up around his powerful back,.