I wanted to kill her boyfriend but I understood his attraction to her; she was a very cute girl. She was 5' 3", 110 pounds, and had light brown hair w...th dark brown eyes that could melt any man's heart. Her boobs were only a 34A (which I knew because Nikki had clothes that she left at my place and I did the laundry) but they were perfectly proportioned to her body and, the few times I had seen them, they were very perky with little brown nipples. If I had been 18 years old, I guess I would have. All right, now tell me if I hurt you."But of course she had no intention of hurting. Amaka massaged the woman's shoulders, her back, her legs and arms, alternately gently and firmly, all the while trying to make it seem like an examination despite the pleasure she was sure she was provoking. Occasionally she allowed her large uniform-covered breasts to brush against her patient's bare skin as if by accident, and she let the tips of her fingers brush a few times against the sides of the woman's. ‘I’m going to Shapes,’ Elise said after scraping the last bit of food from her plate. ‘One of these days, I’m going to join that place too,’ Carmen agreed, gathering her and Elise’s plates. ‘Me too,’ Dick agreed. ‘Dad, it’s ladies only,’ Elise smirked. ‘So? I don’t mind,’ Dick shrugged. ‘I bet you don’t,’ Carmen said, lightly slapping him in the back of his head. They waited while Elise stomped upstairs, got dressed in her work-out clothes, and then skipped out the house before starting their. My body collapsed forward when she released my hair, driving the blade deeper into my body. I gasped again, unable to scream, unable to breathe.I slumped onto my side, my vision fading as my life blood pumped out across the stage in a pool of crimson. It fascinated me, this ever-widening pool around me that tasted of iron and sweet salt. My hearing was fading, too, sounding like I was under water, shadows falling on the pretty puddle.I heard, through the growing haze, a roar of rage and fury.