You cannot hear their conversation but can tell she is flirting with him slowly drawing him in. Your eyes follow her hand as she gently touches his fo...earm softly running her hand along it barely touching - just hinting of things to come. She reaches for her drink and brings it up to her mouth running her tongue along the rim of the glass. Her eyes lock with you for only a moment – so short you’re almost not sure it happened, but you know it did. Your body tenses with excitement knowing this. Sure she enjoyed the sex, but it couldn't take the place of a deeper, more emotional relationship. Hell, at that moment she thought she could give up sex entirely as long as she had good friends like Lissa around. She found that she wanted to be near her, to talk to her, maybe to hug her and feel her strength.Alya smiled as she walked home to her apartment. She couldn't wait to tell Lissa about what happened.Lissa was sitting on the couch with a textbook in her hands when Alya entered. Alya. Now, I would be wracking my brain trying to figure out how to describe this last “character” that she has. But, luckily enough, and yes, still staying true to the story, it was this third “personality” that had decided to sneak in to her Master’s house on this morning, and to risk his wrath just to fulfill some twisted need that she has.She was doing nice long, deep, and slow strokes with that mouth of hers when she must have sensed that I was finally awake. She opened her eyes to find herself. ”“What do you see in her? Tell me honestly.”“Simplicity. A simplicity that you and I had in August of 1981. A simplicity I need. Someone who has no demands of me, and provides comfort. The same as Debbie V did back in High School.”Elyse nodded, “Every time your life is in serious turmoil, that’s where you turn. Debbie was after Jen moved to Seattle. I was after Jen decided to go to Stanford. Now Kimmy comes after Jessica left you. There’s a pattern there. Once I had your son, I couldn’t be that.