The desk beneath me became so cold. I blinked my eyes, groaning and squirming.I stared at a surface of ice. My desk slick as glass and frigid. But I d...dn't shiver.I sat up, still kneeling on my seats, my shins feeling the cold. My little breasts quivered before me. I gaped at my naked breasts and then at Ms. Marcie's classroom. Ice covered everything. No, it made up everything, right down to the flyers pinned to the cork board with thumbtacks made of frozen water.My head whipped around. My. None of us exchanged any words while in the car and there was silence all around us yet I could hear the voice of something being shattered. It was my heart. There’s a big difference between love and a crush. True love might not have the intensity of a crush yet even if you fail the feelings remain in the heart. On the other hand even if you get heart broken in a crush, it will not take you long to get over it and move on with your life. I guess the same happened with me as well. Yes there were. He stared intently at the opening for long seconds before his mind parsed the words. She was alive! How was this possible? He watched her die. There was no mistake, he watched the Spaniard crush her throat and choke the life out of her. His steady hand now had a visible tremor to it as a cold sweat ran down his armpits. He slapped his free hand on the gun to steady his grip and forced himself to think and analyze the situation. Maybe she was a good actress. Maybe she had some freak genetic. A swift elevator ride and we entered her lair. She pointed to a wet bar in one corner. “Two fingers of scotch on the rocks. Nothing for you.” She sat in an armchair, eyeing me, a slight smile on her lips.An easy order to fill. I crossed the room to her and dropped to one knee, swinging the drink in an arc, then forward to present it to her.She barely inclined her head. She crossed her legs so that one pointy heel was right in front of my face. “Worship.”I gulped and held her heel gently as I.