They were both performing arts majors, and although I’ve hung out with them for more than year, we were never anything more than “friends,” unti... tonight… When Michelle showed up at my apartment, just as I finished straightening my tie, I gotta say, I was floored. Michelle dressed as a “slutty” schoolgirl: She’s half-Asian, about 5 feet tall, with a surprisingly big rack and a perfect round ass. Seeing all that accentuated in VERY short Catholic schoolgirl skirt, fishnet stockings, fuck-me. The stench seemed to be completely gone, and now it lacked any sort of scent at all. She said, ‘Well..it looks kinda weird, it must be doing something..I hope.’ Molly said, ‘We should clean up – do you want to take your shower first?’ Lauren said, ‘Yeah, thanks,’ heading off to take a hot shower to wash the mess off herself. She was now wondering more then ever if this was some kind of joke. Two days later as Sunday came Lauren went over to the concoction to see it was no longer a murky brown. No, she did not scare easily. In her line of work, one could not be scared easily. She just was in no mood to fight over such things. They were going to be partners and they needed to get along. They could never bring down this man if they were fighting like children non-stop. “Obviously. And if you haven’t noticed by now, I am not fond of partners.” She stated the obvious, turning the car on and backing it out. “I just feel like they are sent to babysit me in general. Seeing as most of them. Atleast it wasn't worse than before, but that's like being in the shallowend of the Lake of Fire. Reality warped and time wrapped around me,closing in on me and holding me down. The PAIN just wouldn't end, and itstarted to feel like it had no beginning either. I couldn't remember whatnot being in excruciating, thrashing torment felt like...and I wasconvinced I never would. This really was Hell, they just took their timewarming up my room...Reality came back to me in gasps, then sobs...when the.