.. Except one."Hi," the recorded voicemail message says. "You've reached SarahPhillips, I'm not able to come to the phone right now, please leave ames...age after the tone." I disconnect the call before hearing the toneand stuff my phone bag in my tiny clutch bag- I've already left twomessages for Sarah, there's no point in leaving a third. I smooth myshort, dark mauve cocktail dress (one of Sarah's creations, naturally)before heading over to the bar at the end of Charlotte's main room.With no. Now she draws the shirt up andaway and Ivan sees how her breasts bob solidly when shelowers her arms, how her ample flesh folds above her hips,how her belly is as rounded as a drunken puppy’s, how herface is as smooth and beautiful as a peach and how shesmiles as she raises one knee and places it beside his hipand lifts the other up and over him. She leans forward tokiss him full and deep and Ivan takes a heavy breast ineach hand and breathes the camomile in her hair. Annapulls away from his. You feel someone try their best to catch you but its no use. The force of the blow sends you and whoever tried to catch you sprawling. Your vision narrows too two long tunnels. Just before you black out, you see three of the large bouncers forcing the burly man to the ground. He tries to fight them off but the over-power him, landing several punches of their own in the process. With that the tunnels that are your vision becomes two tiny pinpricks of light, then they wink out. * * * As you. Inari and Priya seconded that line of thinking and questions poured out of everyone. Seeing that they weren’t stopping, Korsa raised her arms for quiet, which she got, starting with Nats. Moments later, the hubbub died down, and she lowered her arms before speaking.Smiling good-naturedly, Korsa went into storytelling mode, going through everything she had seen, endured and pieced together. Though she did omit the voyeurism that she partook in when she witnessed the memory of Shazza and Palesia..