She forced a friendly laugh herself when she processed Tara's statement. "Oh my god, could you imagine? You guys doing my prom makeup with your feet?"...Eliza's foot finally came away, and she lowered it with an exaggerated huff, as if she had just run a few laps, but she did not let her foot touch the carpet - a good makeup artist keeps their brushes ‘clean’, after all. "Don't get my hopes up, Becca!" She then looked at Tara, and scooted to the side with an unspoken 'your turn!'Tara held her. The sun had abated to be replaced by a torrential rain outside the cabin window. The daily afternoon drenching. The sudden relief of temperature. Sun Li rising in Ada’s dream now. Embracing her, comforting her, carrying her to his low bed in the middle of a pavilion perched on a rock outcropping high above a ravine. Water cascading from a fall across the ravine. Cascading thick, black hair on her breasts and belly and thighs. A cooling tongue heating her up at her very core. The sound of lutes. After a moment, she started forward again, each rasping, ragged breath echoing loudly through the underground ruins, one breast totally bare, the other barely covered with the bloody remnants of her blouse. ‘My fucking fans’d better appreciate this!’ (She was pretty sure they would; there were more copies floating around of that axe going into her back than there copies of the original production of that low-budget hack-and-slash she’d showed her mom last month.)‘How cum there ain’t no scare. We have been beefin wit Ricky for over two years now. I kicked the shit out of his little brother and he has been gunning for me ever since then. I speed back to the club and see our crew squaring off with his already. I jump from my navigator, and walk to the front of the group. I stand next to Terrance staring their whole group down, arms crossed against my chest, flexing my arm muscles in the tight t-shirt.“Yeah there he is, that's the fucking chocha that did my little hermano,” he says.