And then she heard the sound of feet rushing toward them… Monday 4:32AM Liza sat bolt upright in her bed, her breath labored and heavy as she strugg...ed to figure out where she was in the darkness of the room. The only light was the glowing red of the alarm clock on the dresser across from her bed, and it anchored her. Blowing out a long slow gust of air, Liza flopped back against the bed, willing her heart to stop racing. This wasn’t the first time that she’d woken in the middle of the night. She reached out and tightened my bra straps, creating more cleavage between my breasts. It felt very erotic standing in front of her in just my bra and panties, while she was fully dressed. It made me feel like we were two women sharing an erotic moment.Then she turned toward the closet and looked through the assortment of dresses, skirts, and blouses. She selected a dark, short, pleated skirt and threw it to me. "Put that on!" she commanded. I gingerly stepped into the skirt and pulled it up. I’m so ashamed of myself…’ This could not be happening. Surely, there was some mistake. Emma was playing along with me. I’ll test it out on something I know she wouldn’t joke about. ‘Admit it, you’re glad that your cat died last week.’ ‘I’m glad my cat died last week.’ was her response. ‘It was annoying, and on the plus side, now I don’t have to feed it any more!’ Holy shit, was my first thought. I had the power to persuade. And from Sophie’s example earlier, it wasn’t just through speech. . Every sound terrified her. She remembered from her private school days how water bugs made a distinctive sound as they scrabbled across the floor. She’d been told water bugs were just a genre of roach. It made her skin crawl as she heard them slither across the floor now. She was certain they were in the bed with her. She felt their awful light footed tread across her legs and arms. She tried to remember her science classes. Did roaches have feet? She squirmed and flinched as she felt an.