.. They were sitting, cross-legged on the floor, still in their yoga clothes. Kayla had her knees pulled up to closer to her body. She was staring off...thoughtfully.‘You want to start out tender, usually. Like with a gentle kiss—touch her face, her hand, maybe her neck. Smooth her hair. Be gentle. Then, you’ve gotta deepen the kiss—increase intensity—’‘Deepen?’ Tony interrupted. ‘What do you mean, deepen? Like French her?’Kayla sighed. ‘No. Put some pressure. Don’t be as gentle. Then you might. She had skin the color of cream and a stunning figure. She wasn’t starved, like her rail friend, and had large full breasts, a small waist, round curving hips and strong, shapely legs. She was small in stature, probably in the 5’3-5’5 range but seemed larger than life. Her face was beautiful, with cat-like emerald eyes flecked with gold, small but perfectly curved lips, and high cheek bones. She was wearing an olive green dress made out of floaty, light as air material, and flat golden sandals. Itwas a black Rolls Royce. The driver held the door. We didn't talk muchbeyond planning the day. Marion had been given an expense card the firstday at the estate. She said not to worry that we couldn't go over thelimit buying only clothes and food. She bought some outfits at the nearbymall. And we had a fun lunch at the food court. We were both wereinspired to watch an late afternoon movie. It wasn't anything great butit a fun romcom with a slight futuristic spin to it. It was later than. I could feel the sensation of being carried, but I was so fatigued I could barely move. I had been fed something to drink and the effects of the poisons seemed to have been lessened by it. The next time I had come back into consciousness, I felt like my body was burning up; I had never felt a fever such as this and I struggled to try and get some help, but my body would not move. I could hear arguing on the other side of the door, but I could not make out the words. I tried to focus, to hear.