If you look you'll run. If you look you'll die.She remembers how that man screamed when the mist overtook him as he tried to get in his car. It was ho...rible. The things she catches little glimpses out of the corner of her eyes are horrible too. But she just keeps walking. It's only five blocks now.It's so quiet, as though the mist is smothering sound as well as vision. Her shoes tap gently on the concrete. She cringes at every step. She wonders if she should stop and take them off. She knows. I drank the potion to make myself invisible and easily slipped past security at the hotel the models were staying at. Being invisible I was easily able to procure the information I would need to find out which room she was in.After passing by Tyra Banks room (I must make a return visit), I found Heidi's. Her door was open a crack but two people were in there. She and her soon to be ex-husband were fighting. She was in tears as he stormed out leaving the door open. I crept in before she shut it.. I could feel myself getting aroused and I immediately kept the laptop on the side, asked her to sit up and put my hands on her boobs. She asked me how I liked them and that moment I realized why guys love touching boobs soo much! Such big round pieces of soft flesh that make the other person moan everytime you squeeze it hard enough, fuck it got me wild.She pulled the neck of my spaghetti towards her, bringing my lips to her lips and pushed her tongue into my mouth while both her hands pulled. “Who was the first one you fucked?” she demanded as her fingers began to dig into his chest.“That would be Jenny McFarland… just after Christmas my senior year.”“Did you love her?” Betts gasped as she moved faster.“I thought so at the time, but I guess it was just a severe case of lust.”“How many times did you fuck Jenny?”“I don’t know, Betts. But it was a lot. We went after each other like a couple of animals once we lost our virginity together.“Who was next?” she groaned.“Karen Peterson,” he.