We’d just let out a scream and that took care of that. It wasn’t ideal, but it was way better than dealing with the locked door. The other rule ...e made was that we wouldn’t go into each other’s room from the bathroom. We had to use the hallway bedroom door.Now, I was pretty sure that there were times that Eric had sneaked into the bathroom to peek at me when I was in the shower. We had a pretty big shower and it had smoked glass doors. Because of the smoked glass, the shower had its own. “Feel good?” Mischa whispered, and I nodded closing my eyes as she took the removable showerhead and rinsed my hair. “You know what the best cure for a hangover is, don’t you?”“Another beer?” I murmured, resting my back against the tiles as she spread conditioner over my head and massaged my scalp.“Nope.”“What’s the best cure, then?”“Let me show you.” And with that, I felt her mouth close over my mouth, her body pressing against mine, and her hands holding my head still as she kissed the hell. ..I don't know about horrible." Oh, don't play innocent with me. I heard you moaning back there in the other room. This necklace isn't a curse--there's no such thing as curses, Philip. That's storybook stuff. The necklace...well, it's a tool, isn't it?" A device." Exactly! We can have more fun with this...device than you can possibly imagine." Philip was silent. "Listen," June said. "Let's start out slowly. I'm not going to rush you. You big chicken. Let's go for a swim." What--are. Then her production increased and found ourselves draining her between classes. A few weeks later, she was no longer able to attend. It devastated her,” he continued.“She had all these goals in life. She loved dancing, she loved gymnastics. She couldn't do any of that anymore. She simply grew and made milk. I helped her with it as best I could. From the first drop, however, something awoke inside of me. I became obsessed with it and I drank her dry, even when she had no need. That surely did.