I slowly ran my fingers through her silky blonde hair and spoke to her very softly(her hair was really matted and had a texture of 30-weight oil, and ... actually yelled ‘Hey! What the fuck are you doing?!’) She gracefully climbed into the back seat of the car like a gazelle in a verdant meadow, and spread her slender legs wide for me(more like it, she clumsily fumbled her way into the back seat, and she lifted her somewhat tattered skirt to reveal a grotesque bush of dark black encrusted hair. "It's not that hard," she said, her gelatinous body shaking with mirth. "It's a simple puzzle battle. Aerias should have told you the steps by..."She put a hand over her mouth and blushed in embarrassment."Oh, but Aerias doesn't speak English. Ah." It does make things a little more challenging," Jackson said testily."Okay, I'll walk you through the steps," she said. "I am the tutorial battle after all."She closed her eyes and grinned. Pretty face or not, Jackson still wanted to put a fist. ” Luke, with all the authority he carried on the rugby pitch and in the club, even in his house, was failing miserably with his sister.I pushed up the bed a little and clutched the duvet to my chest as I sat up. I was greeted by a smile that was so familiar, yet very different. Where Luke was battered, she was beautiful, she had the same green eyes as him, but hers sparkled with life and mischief. Her hair was the same brown as Luke’s, but instead of cropped short, it flowed in waves, touching. Her graceful neck was adorned with arhinestone studded chocker collar. She was wearing, or practically notwearing, the same tight, shiny, pink, little halter top and mini that Ihad felt a few moments ago. She had a gigantic, round rack, a flatstomach with a cheap belly button ring in it, a protruding, heart-shapedbutt, and long slender legs with feet wrapped up in strappy red shoeswith 5-inch heels. She was me. I knew that. Barely.Lee kept talking."Take a good look. I'm a witch, if you.