Pizza was served for lunch that day, I didn’t want to miss it. I threw open the door and ran. I got in line just as class let out. On any other day,...I would have been proud of myself, but Sylar had changed that. At least I was sixth in line, that I wouldn’t have to wait that long. When I got to my table it was still deserted. So I sat and started eating my pizza while I read one of my books, so I wouldn’t have to think of him. Even though I’d have to set it down in a few minutes since my guy. Steve started taking pictures of this vision of loveliness without even stopping to think how it might look to others. He just had to capture her freshness.Suddenly, he realized that she was looking right at him. He paused in his picture taking for a moment until he realized that she did not look upset. Instead, she smiled and started posing for him. She turned slightly and cocked one leg. Then she turned away from him and looked at him over her shoulder.He couldn’t believe his good fortune. He. A plastic tube emerged from his pocket, and she felt a cold, slimy wetness as he poured it directly onto her vagina, then slid a single finger into her slit, massaging the lubricant into her insides. He stood and admired his handiwork, his hands glistening, then walked away. Emily flinched as techno music started playing from a stereo beneath the table, then light streamed into the room as her captor opened the door into the side room. She blinked in surprise as he seemed to look around, then. " He opened his eyes. Lena was talking with her friend Susan, who had apparently come back from the end of the garden to discuss something important. They were sitting at opposite ends of the sofa, their legs pulled up under them, Lena's bare toes, the nails painted brown, sticking out. Her long dark hair hung slightly in front of her as she leaned forward towards her friend, then swayed around pleasantly as she looked over at him. "Do you think he's really asleep?", she asked quietly, still.