Re: [sexual+]
Fear was an old, old companion, but never like this.
She was walking through the lobby of the retirement home, all whites and creams and soothing colors, and she bent over with the force of it. The terror was one she did not know. She had never feared this from the Ghost, and never from Raoul, the fear this woman had which is entirely sexual.
She cried out when the sensation of fingers slamming into her hit, and she was shuddering at the horrible pain of it. Meg had lied, she thought, and then she was weeping, and the ambulance was parking, and the retirement home lobby became chaos.