Despite being an independent soul in my 'former life', as Tuesday progressed, I grew to love the fuss and attention, especially when it came from the ...ovely Sophie.Soon settled into a convalescent routine, the morning drifted idly by. Then, at lunchtime, something happened to turn things on their head. A call came through that mum's sister, Aunt Edith, was at death's door. And so, practically as soon as I'd arrived, my doting parents were gone. Between us, Sophie and I convinced them we could. She hopped off the stool. Well, hopped isn't really the right word, with the drinks she'd had she more or less stumbled off the stool. He was quite helpful as he took her arm, and her boob, to make sure she didn't fall.By the time Lyndia came out of the restroom, I was waiting for her. I took her arm and pulled her through the door into the parking garage and up against the wall where I kissed her as hard as I could.Her face was flushed and her lips were wet as we kissed. She was having a hard. That is what others believed.But if the one who was the prime source of her belief chose to believe otherwise...She gasped, and he nodded, following her thought."If I believe that the Snow Maid can leave the World Below and journey and live in the World Above, she can. You can. If you wish."Her eyes welled with tears. "And the hair?" A test," he shrugged. "I needed to be sure. And I had to change a part of you that was so fundamental that there could be no doubt that I could make other changes. There must have been some sort of antiseptic in the water, because it stung like a bastard, making Steve flinch away. Amber ignored him, with an effort, she wanted to soothe him and enfold him. But it would be much more fun this way. She efficiently completed her task, moving behind him again, reappearing reappear empty handed."That's better, but there's still room for improvement."She undid his belt and jeans and lowered them and his underwear to the floor. With lightning speed, she jabbed him.