Somehow, I can't envision the latter being possible. CHAPTER TWELVE My feet tap uncontrollably as I find myself sitting in a waiting room at the surge...y center—a gloomy health facility, yet again. I sit there trying not to heave as I do my best to accurately fill out a patient form that’s too many pages long. The fact that I'm in a place like this for the second time today only frazzles my nerves even more, making the simple task of even holding a pen ten times harder. It had taken me thirty. “I’m scared” she whispered. “Why?” “I don’t know. I don’t want things to change.” “I do.” “Why?” “Because I felt like I couldn’t go another day without telling you this shit, it’s been eating away at me. I don’t want you with anyone else. I feel like you’re mine, and I want it to be that way. I don’t want anyone else.” “You’ve been watching too many Opra reruns with my parents, haven’t you?” I looked at her. I knew how she was when she couldn’t deal with her emotions. She made light of. Should she ask her? No. She was rather enjoying the semi-awkward silence and being lost in her own thoughts, and the mystery of it all was as engrossing as the truth would be anyway. When the sun got brutally strong at midday, Destiny cooled off in the pool and began the retreat to a beer at home. “Well sugar, I hope to see you around,” she said to the picturesque blonde, now on her stomach, showing off her amazing ass with maybe eight square inches of fabric covering it. She looked up with. Knock, knock. Elaine turned to her door just in time to see Kendra wrapped in a towel and holding out the wine Elaine had left in the lounge room. “I topped this up for… oops, sorry.” She giggled, covering her mouth and ‘accidentally’ dropping the towel to the floor. Elaine’s eyes bugged out. She was mortified! Her leaden feet felt like they were glued to the floor. “Kendra!” she shrieked. “You didn’t answer, so I figured it was okay to come in,” she said, still chuckling.