Therapy.And ... hypnosis.It didn't work. It never worked. Even with one of the most powerfulhypnotists in the world, Nadia was still broken. And what ...id sheexpect? Penny would put her in a trance and take away her problems?Her faults? Her weaknesses? Penny would snap her fingers and Nadiawould finally be perfect."It doesn't work like the stories," she muttered. She took another sipof her tea, turned around, and grabbed her journal.This is where she kept her dreams. Her daydreams. Her nightly. She knew her friend was going through some monumental shit. Being dumped after three years was enough to mess with anyone’s mind, but it surely shouldn’t change a person that much, right?Mihara had had a few fleeting flings over the years, but nothing had stuck. She wasn’t overly bothered though when they’d ended, they were never the best fit for her anyway. Besides, she’d always been a fan of the chase. The excitement of the unknown drove her wild! She knew how a lot of people viewed her as. I drew away reluctantly to look at my work. “On Helen’s cheek all art of beauty set, And you in Grecian tires are painted new.” “Shakespeare?” “Sonnet fifty-three.” “Mine eyes have drawn thy shape, and thine for me Are windows to my breast, wherethrough the sun Delights to peep, to gaze therein on thee. - Sonnet twenty-four ” She had outdone me once again. But there was such unmistakable affection and tenderness in her voice as she recited these words that I felt like. His lips move to my other nipple, giving it the same loving treatment as his hand replaces his mouth. I gasp as he bites down, a shiver going through my body. I’m tugging on his hair without realizing it, yet he doesn’t seem to mind. I moan out his name as he bites into my breast, growing more aroused, wanting him even more. He begins to kiss a trail down again, leaving me aching for more. He lingers on my stomach, lightly scratching at my sides, causing me to draw in a breath and try to hold.