. well... I did mean to! But I shouldn't have... Oh god! I should go!" I stood up and walked towards her door to leave. Before I could comprehend what...was happening she grabbed my wrist and turned me around, kissing me deeply. I tried to pull away. As my mind said no, my body said YES, so instead of pulling away I put my hand on her cheek, returning the kiss. I'm not sure how much time passed, but when she pulled away I was breathing heavily, my pussy was on fire and drenching my panties, my. “Widowmaker… You’re… Wearing a T-shirt?” Tracer asked, incredulous, not taking the cup, as if out of everything in this situation Widowmakers attire was the most baffling aspect to her, a T-shirt and what looked to be sweatpants.Widowmaker scoffed and set the cup down on the nightstand beside the bed at Tracers arm, “What? You thought I wore that skin-tight suit everywhere I go? And my name is Amélie, you might as well use it.”“Why?...” “Because that is who I am when I’m not in the suit, Lena,”. "This is a collar," he said. He reached out and pulled Mariah out of the line. "Turn around and face them," he commanded. "And push up your hair so your neck's exposed."Mariah did as she was told."The collar attaches like so," he said, closing the two semi-circles around her neck and clicking the ends into place. "There's an electronic gizmo in them that's activated when you get close to the fence around the Ranch. When that happens, the little radio inside lets us know where you are. The ranch. Melissa wasn’t skinny, but not fat either. One hundred twenty-six pounds of beauty. Malcolm, one of Melissa’s best guy friends and an avid baseball player, seemed to notice too. “Hey,” he said, flipping his hair to the side and leaning casually against the locker next to hers. “No, Malcolm,” she teased. “I’m not taking my top off.” It was a joke, all her friends- except Carly- joked with her like that all the time. “Good,” he played back. “Because I don’t need to see those things naked to know.