‘It’s so inexorable, so inevitable. You just keep going deeper with every breath you take. Maybe you start to surface just a little, but then you ...ake another deep breath, and it sends you right back down again for me. You might try to hold your breath, just for a moment or two, just to see if you can stop yourself from going deeper into trance for me…but all that does is make your lungs ache with tension. You fight to hold that breath, fight to stop the trance, but it just gets harder and. It was for the most part, just what it looked like. But for a certain woman… It was so much more. She sat quietly on the edge of the balcony, the window to her old room open behind her. The cold January breeze whipping past the moth eaten sheer curtains causing a ghastly whooshing sound to fill the tiny dust covered chamber. She was dressed simply in black. Black nylon pants with a tight fitting black shit, cut high in the front with long coat tails in the back. Her long raven locks were half. She moved forward, wrapping her arms around my neck, her eyes zooming from my eyes to my lips and back. I grabbed her hips and gently pulled our bodies together, and she bit her lip eagerly. We kissed again, my hands on her back and her fingers in my hair. Her lips tasted like champagne, a taste I didn’t necessarily love, but too wasted to care I swirled my tongue around hers and enjoyed it. Then she broke the kiss and moved down, down, down, pulling my purple thong off and opening my legs like. Look if it's a problem with Hannah then fair enough. If you two have got some sort of exclusive thing going on then I don't mind. But I didn't think it was like that and I don't think Hannah does either. If you do, then you and she have some things to sort out."Julia looked non-plussed by Liz's plain speaking. She opened her mouth to speak and then threw her hands to her mouth, a wide eyed look of fear on her face. As Liz was about turn to look over her shoulder at where Julia was staring she.