” His glance moved around, taking in the library, before settling on her again. He suddenly reached out with both hands and before Theresa realized...what he was doing raised her glasses and settled them on top of her head before dropping his hands back to his sides. Shocked at his boldness, she gasped…but then simply stood there, trapped by the intensity of his gaze as he searched her eyes.He held her there for a long moment before he finally spoke again. “There’s no reason for you to be one. In a few days, I also became normal and pretty used to it.One day my father asked me to accompany him to his office and come back with the scooter to take my mother to some place for urgent shopping. My father got late that day and we left at 10 am. I came back home at around quarter to eleven, parked the scooter outside the house, and went inside.As soon as I crossed the first room, I heard a weird sound of someone groaning, and as I reached at the door of the last room which was parents. "Tomorrow's okay. Not until two in the afternoon, though. I've got another meeting here before lunch." I'll be there at two," Laura said and hung up.She didn't trust herself to stay on the line another second. Deshona was cruelly cold and nasty in a controlled, spiteful way that hurt Laura to the quick, just as it was supposed to do. She got up from her chair and took a few deep breaths, just to recover her senses, hoping it would make the pain go away. It did make her feel better, but the. ‘Whatever happened with the pink in your hair, it happened again. Or happened harder..? Have you seen yourself?’ Where’s the guy you were with, slut? ‘.. It’s Flamituff. I, uh. Yeah,’ Stephanie said weakly, having momentarily forgotten about her hair. ‘Hi.’ ‘Sorry, what was your actual name again? Stacy? Something like Stacy?’ ‘It’s.. I’m Stephanie,’ the blond-and-pink-haired girl answered in a detached tone, lurching to an awkward halt and not bothering to pick up the plush ball. And what’s.