If anyone could recognize her, if anyone could reel her in from the brink of madness, it was Ivana.From beneath wisps of dark brunette hair, a set of ...azel eyes fluttered open. Šárka gazed into them, feeling the hot breath of Ivana ruffle her fur as she pressed her face against hers. Her front paws unfurled and clenched in anticipation.With a yawn, Ivana stretched her arms out from beneath the thick wool quilt, the sleeve of her white cotton nightgown hanging over her bare shoulder. A look of. Sipping my coffee, I chuckled in thought, "I kissed a frog, and he truly did turn into a prince." Who ever she was, the woman who divorced him was a stupid fool. He was everything any woman, especially me, could ever want in a man."Excuse me, are you Sara Blum?"I looked up to see a mousy brownish haired blonde in her mid-forties standing in front of me. Her stylish hair and clothing spoke of money and class, skirt and jacket by Chloe, shoes and purse by Versace. However, her mannerisms and body. “Don’t you tell anyone about this” he said, and I left. After that incident I avoided him for some time, but was finally forced to return when my computer needed to be fixed. “Haven’t seen you in a while. You don’t need to be weird about this you know.” I explained to him how I felt and how ashamed I was after. Understanding, Paul stated that there was nothing to be ashamed about and that we could go back to being normal. Agreeing, I dropped off my computer and said I would be back later in. If it wasn’t already his establishment, we both would have gotten our membership revoked and the cops would have been charging us with indecent exposure. ‘I didn’t corner you. Your mouth wrote a check that your ass couldn’t cash. I had to make you pay.’ ‘Whatever, will you get out of my room please so that I can get dressed?’ I can’t believe this bullshit, oh, David here— Wait, are you commandeering my narration? Hell yeah, I am. This story isn’t only about you. David, I’ll kick your ass. Shut.