Three Word Story

The next morning, I woke to a mysterious voice, like the hoot of an owl. I tried to distinguish who it was, but a hand covered my mouth and I shrieked. The scent of smoke filled the air.
"Really, Catherine?" His voice shook with laughter.
"Who are you?"
He leaned in, his lips brushing my neck.
"You seem to have the wrong impression of me, Catherine."
He turned me around, a smirk grew on his face.
"Fun as sleeping with you sounds, Eric sent me to tell you a message."
"Who are you!"
"Eric sent me to pass a message onto you."
Smiling sweetly, the man, Eric, came through the door. Eric dismissed him with a wave and approached me.
"It's time for you to give me the key, querida."
"What do you want with that stupid thing?"
"I am just waiting for you, Catherine. I can't seem to not play this game, staying away from the damn place, not wanting you to always wonder what would happen had we not escaped the evil Josephine's lair."
"I would have never, ever left without her, and then she dumps me just like that. I still hate how she always acts superior to everyone else, including me! Imagine, she looks down on a man who's intelligent, sexy, and handsome. Who the hell does she think she is? She's no supermodel. She is not even pretty, like other girls who she constantly snubs. Especially you, Catherine, the most stunning woman I've--"
"STOP! Don't you understand what's going on? I am a woman, not your sex object. Why do you always treat me like I'm a princess? I'm tired of you constantly patronizing--"
"Catherine. You need to shut the hell up!"
Eric seized my arms and gripped them, drawing me in towards his body. I struggled at keeping him away. "Catherine, you know this can't continue. We really have to ease the tension between us. How about we resolve this conflict?"
His lips pressed against mine and before I knew it, we were taking off each others clothing. Hurridly, his callused hands brushed against my hair.
"Why do you always think you can resist someone like me? After all, I'm--"
"I'm done with this."
I leaped out of there and stumbled over the stand as I fumbled for my purse. Eric pursued me, but I whipped around the corner just as my sister walked out of her room sleepily.
"You're awake already--"
"Ssshhhh!" I pulled on her and whispered in her ear, looking around to make sure

The next morning, I woke to a mysterious voice, like the hoot of an owl. I tried to distinguish who it was, but a hand covered my mouth and I shrieked. The scent of smoke filled the air.
"Really, Catherine?" His voice shook with laughter.
"Who are you?"
He leaned in, his lips brushing my neck.
"You seem to have the wrong impression of me, Catherine."
He turned me around, a smirk grew on his face.
"Fun as sleeping with you sounds, Eric sent me to tell you a message."
"Who are you!"
"Eric sent me to pass a message onto you."
Smiling sweetly, the man, Eric, came through the door. Eric dismissed him with a wave and approached me.
"It's time for you to give me the key, querida."
"What do you want with that stupid thing?"
"I am just waiting for you, Catherine. I can't seem to not play this game, staying away from the damn place, not wanting you to always wonder what would happen had we not escaped the evil Josephine's lair."
"I would have never, ever left without her, and then she dumps me just like that. I still hate how she always acts superior to everyone else, including me! Imagine, she looks down on a man who's intelligent, sexy, and handsome. Who the hell does she think she is? She's no supermodel. She is not even pretty, like other girls who she constantly snubs. Especially you, Catherine, the most stunning woman I've--"
"STOP! Don't you understand what's going on? I am a woman, not your sex object. Why do you always treat me like I'm a princess? I'm tired of you constantly patronizing--"
"Catherine. You need to shut the hell up!"
Eric seized my arms and gripped them, drawing me in towards his body. I struggled at keeping him away. "Catherine, you know this can't continue. We really have to ease the tension between us. How about we resolve this conflict?"
His lips pressed against mine and before I knew it, we were taking off each others clothing. Hurridly, his callused hands brushed against my hair.
"Why do you always think you can resist someone like me? After all, I'm--"
"I'm done with this."
I leaped out of there and stumbled over the stand as I fumbled for my purse. Eric pursued me, but I whipped around the corner just as my sister walked out of her room sleepily.
"You're awake already--"
"Ssshhhh!" I pulled on her and whispered in her ear, looking around to make sure that no one

The next morning, I woke to a mysterious voice, like the hoot of an owl. I tried to distinguish who it was, but a hand covered my mouth and I shrieked. The scent of smoke filled the air.
"Really, Catherine?" His voice shook with laughter.
"Who are you?"
He leaned in, his lips brushing my neck.
"You seem to have the wrong impression of me, Catherine."
He turned me around, a smirk grew on his face.
"Fun as sleeping with you sounds, Eric sent me to tell you a message."
"Who are you!"
"Eric sent me to pass a message onto you."
Smiling sweetly, the man, Eric, came through the door. Eric dismissed him with a wave and approached me.
"It's time for you to give me the key, querida."
"What do you want with that stupid thing?"
"I am just waiting for you, Catherine. I can't seem to not play this game, staying away from the damn place, not wanting you to always wonder what would happen had we not escaped the evil Josephine's lair."
"I would have never, ever left without her, and then she dumps me just like that. I still hate how she always acts superior to everyone else, including me! Imagine, she looks down on a man who's intelligent, sexy, and handsome. Who the hell does she think she is? She's no supermodel. She is not even pretty, like other girls who she constantly snubs. Especially you, Catherine, the most stunning woman I've--"
"STOP! Don't you understand what's going on? I am a woman, not your sex object. Why do you always treat me like I'm a princess? I'm tired of you constantly patronizing--"
"Catherine. You need to shut the hell up!"
Eric seized my arms and gripped them, drawing me in towards his body. I struggled at keeping him away. "Catherine, you know this can't continue. We really have to ease the tension between us. How about we resolve this conflict?"
His lips pressed against mine and before I knew it, we were taking off each others clothing. Hurridly, his callused hands brushed against my hair.
"Why do you always think you can resist someone like me? After all, I'm--"
"I'm done with this."
I leaped out of there and stumbled over the stand as I fumbled for my purse. Eric pursued me, but I whipped around the corner just as my sister walked out of her room sleepily.
"You're awake already--"
"Ssshhhh!" I pulled on her and whispered in her ear, looking around to make sure that no one was eavesdropping.
"Lydia--

The next morning, I woke to a mysterious voice, like the hoot of an owl. I tried to distinguish who it was, but a hand covered my mouth and I shrieked. The scent of smoke filled the air.
"Really, Catherine?" His voice shook with laughter.
"Who are you?"
He leaned in, his lips brushing my neck.
"You seem to have the wrong impression of me, Catherine."
He turned me around, a smirk grew on his face.
"Fun as sleeping with you sounds, Eric sent me to tell you a message."
"Who are you!"
"Eric sent me to pass a message onto you."
Smiling sweetly, the man, Eric, came through the door. Eric dismissed him with a wave and approached me.
"It's time for you to give me the key, querida."
"What do you want with that stupid thing?"
"I am just waiting for you, Catherine. I can't seem to not play this game, staying away from the damn place, not wanting you to always wonder what would happen had we not escaped the evil Josephine's lair."
"I would have never, ever left without her, and then she dumps me just like that. I still hate how she always acts superior to everyone else, including me! Imagine, she looks down on a man who's intelligent, sexy, and handsome. Who the hell does she think she is? She's no supermodel. She is not even pretty, like other girls who she constantly snubs. Especially you, Catherine, the most stunning woman I've--"
"STOP! Don't you understand what's going on? I am a woman, not your sex object. Why do you always treat me like I'm a princess? I'm tired of you constantly patronizing--"
"Catherine. You need to shut the hell up!"
Eric seized my arms and gripped them, drawing me in towards his body. I struggled at keeping him away. "Catherine, you know this can't continue. We really have to ease the tension between us. How about we resolve this conflict?"
His lips pressed against mine and before I knew it, we were taking off each others clothing. Hurridly, his callused hands brushed against my hair.
"Why do you always think you can resist someone like me? After all, I'm--"
"I'm done with this."
I leaped out of there and stumbled over the stand as I fumbled for my purse. Eric pursued me, but I whipped around the corner just as my sister walked out of her room sleepily.
"You're awake already--"
"Ssshhhh!" I pulled on her and whispered in her ear, looking around to make sure that no one was eavesdropping.
"Lydia -- shut up for

The next morning, I woke to a mysterious voice, like the hoot of an owl. I tried to distinguish who it was, but a hand covered my mouth and I shrieked. The scent of smoke filled the air.
"Really, Catherine?" His voice shook with laughter.
"Who are you?"
He leaned in, his lips brushing my neck.
"You seem to have the wrong impression of me, Catherine."
He turned me around, a smirk grew on his face.
"Fun as sleeping with you sounds, Eric sent me to tell you a message."
"Who are you!"
"Eric sent me to pass a message onto you."
Smiling sweetly, the man, Eric, came through the door. Eric dismissed him with a wave and approached me.
"It's time for you to give me the key, querida."
"What do you want with that stupid thing?"
"I am just waiting for you, Catherine. I can't seem to not play this game, staying away from the damn place, not wanting you to always wonder what would happen had we not escaped the evil Josephine's lair."
"I would have never, ever left without her, and then she dumps me just like that. I still hate how she always acts superior to everyone else, including me! Imagine, she looks down on a man who's intelligent, sexy, and handsome. Who the hell does she think she is? She's no supermodel. She is not even pretty, like other girls who she constantly snubs. Especially you, Catherine, the most stunning woman I've--"
"STOP! Don't you understand what's going on? I am a woman, not your sex object. Why do you always treat me like I'm a princess? I'm tired of you constantly patronizing--"
"Catherine. You need to shut the hell up!"
Eric seized my arms and gripped them, drawing me in towards his body. I struggled at keeping him away. "Catherine, you know this can't continue. We really have to ease the tension between us. How about we resolve this conflict?"
His lips pressed against mine and before I knew it, we were taking off each others clothing. Hurridly, his callused hands brushed against my hair.
"Why do you always think you can resist someone like me? After all, I'm--"
"I'm done with this."
I leaped out of there and stumbled over the stand as I fumbled for my purse. Eric pursued me, but I whipped around the corner just as my sister walked out of her room sleepily.
"You're awake already--"
"Ssshhhh!" I pulled on her and whispered in her ear, looking around to make sure that no one was eavesdropping.
"Lydia -- shut up for the love of

The next morning, I woke to a mysterious voice, like the hoot of an owl. I tried to distinguish who it was, but a hand covered my mouth and I shrieked. The scent of smoke filled the air.
"Really, Catherine?" His voice shook with laughter.
"Who are you?"
He leaned in, his lips brushing my neck.
"You seem to have the wrong impression of me, Catherine."
He turned me around, a smirk grew on his face.
"Fun as sleeping with you sounds, Eric sent me to tell you a message."
"Who are you!"
"Eric sent me to pass a message onto you."
Smiling sweetly, the man, Eric, came through the door. Eric dismissed him with a wave and approached me.
"It's time for you to give me the key, querida."
"What do you want with that stupid thing?"
"I am just waiting for you, Catherine. I can't seem to not play this game, staying away from the damn place, not wanting you to always wonder what would happen had we not escaped the evil Josephine's lair."
"I would have never, ever left without her, and then she dumps me just like that. I still hate how she always acts superior to everyone else, including me! Imagine, she looks down on a man who's intelligent, sexy, and handsome. Who the hell does she think she is? She's no supermodel. She is not even pretty, like other girls who she constantly snubs. Especially you, Catherine, the most stunning woman I've--"
"STOP! Don't you understand what's going on? I am a woman, not your sex object. Why do you always treat me like I'm a princess? I'm tired of you constantly patronizing--"
"Catherine. You need to shut the hell up!"
Eric seized my arms and gripped them, drawing me in towards his body. I struggled at keeping him away. "Catherine, you know this can't continue. We really have to ease the tension between us. How about we resolve this conflict?"
His lips pressed against mine and before I knew it, we were taking off each others clothing. Hurridly, his callused hands brushed against my hair.
"Why do you always think you can resist someone like me? After all, I'm--"
"I'm done with this."
I leaped out of there and stumbled over the stand as I fumbled for my purse. Eric pursued me, but I whipped around the corner just as my sister walked out of her room sleepily.
"You're awake already--"
"Ssshhhh!" I pulled on her and whispered in her ear, looking around to make sure that no one was eavesdropping.
"Lydia -- shut up for the love of God! For the

The next morning, I woke to a mysterious voice, like the hoot of an owl. I tried to distinguish who it was, but a hand covered my mouth and I shrieked. The scent of smoke filled the air.
"Really, Catherine?" His voice shook with laughter.
"Who are you?"
He leaned in, his lips brushing my neck.
"You seem to have the wrong impression of me, Catherine."
He turned me around, a smirk grew on his face.
"Fun as sleeping with you sounds, Eric sent me to tell you a message."
"Who are you!"
"Eric sent me to pass a message onto you."
Smiling sweetly, the man, Eric, came through the door. Eric dismissed him with a wave and approached me.
"It's time for you to give me the key, querida."
"What do you want with that stupid thing?"
"I am just waiting for you, Catherine. I can't seem to not play this game, staying away from the damn place, not wanting you to always wonder what would happen had we not escaped the evil Josephine's lair."
"I would have never, ever left without her, and then she dumps me just like that. I still hate how she always acts superior to everyone else, including me! Imagine, she looks down on a man who's intelligent, sexy, and handsome. Who the hell does she think she is? She's no supermodel. She is not even pretty, like other girls who she constantly snubs. Especially you, Catherine, the most stunning woman I've--"
"STOP! Don't you understand what's going on? I am a woman, not your sex object. Why do you always treat me like I'm a princess? I'm tired of you constantly patronizing--"
"Catherine. You need to shut the hell up!"
Eric seized my arms and gripped them, drawing me in towards his body. I struggled at keeping him away. "Catherine, you know this can't continue. We really have to ease the tension between us. How about we resolve this conflict?"
His lips pressed against mine and before I knew it, we were taking off each others clothing. Hurridly, his callused hands brushed against my hair.
"Why do you always think you can resist someone like me? After all, I'm--"
"I'm done with this."
I leaped out of there and stumbled over the stand as I fumbled for my purse. Eric pursued me, but I whipped around the corner just as my sister walked out of her room sleepily.
"You're awake already--"
"Ssshhhh!" I pulled on her and whispered in her ear, looking around to make sure that no one was eavesdropping.
"Lydia -- shut up for the love of God! For the last time, PLEASE

The next morning, I woke to a mysterious voice, like the hoot of an owl. I tried to distinguish who it was, but a hand covered my mouth and I shrieked. The scent of smoke filled the air.
"Really, Catherine?" His voice shook with laughter.
"Who are you?"
He leaned in, his lips brushing my neck.
"You seem to have the wrong impression of me, Catherine."
He turned me around, a smirk grew on his face.
"Fun as sleeping with you sounds, Eric sent me to tell you a message."
"Who are you!"
"Eric sent me to pass a message onto you."
Smiling sweetly, the man, Eric, came through the door. Eric dismissed him with a wave and approached me.
"It's time for you to give me the key, querida."
"What do you want with that stupid thing?"
"I am just waiting for you, Catherine. I can't seem to not play this game, staying away from the damn place, not wanting you to always wonder what would happen had we not escaped the evil Josephine's lair."
"I would have never, ever left without her, and then she dumps me just like that. I still hate how she always acts superior to everyone else, including me! Imagine, she looks down on a man who's intelligent, sexy, and handsome. Who the hell does she think she is? She's no supermodel. She is not even pretty, like other girls who she constantly snubs. Especially you, Catherine, the most stunning woman I've--"
"STOP! Don't you understand what's going on? I am a woman, not your sex object. Why do you always treat me like I'm a princess? I'm tired of you constantly patronizing--"
"Catherine. You need to shut the hell up!"
Eric seized my arms and gripped them, drawing me in towards his body. I struggled at keeping him away. "Catherine, you know this can't continue. We really have to ease the tension between us. How about we resolve this conflict?"
His lips pressed against mine and before I knew it, we were taking off each others clothing. Hurridly, his callused hands brushed against my hair.
"Why do you always think you can resist someone like me? After all, I'm--"
"I'm done with this."
I leaped out of there and stumbled over the stand as I fumbled for my purse. Eric pursued me, but I whipped around the corner just as my sister walked out of her room sleepily.
"You're awake already--"
"Ssshhhh!" I pulled on her and whispered in her ear, looking around to make sure that no one was eavesdropping.
"Lydia -- shut up for the love of God! For the last time, PLEASE stop this nonsense.

The next morning, I woke to a mysterious voice, like the hoot of an owl. I tried to distinguish who it was, but a hand covered my mouth and I shrieked. The scent of smoke filled the air.
"Really, Catherine?" His voice shook with laughter.
"Who are you?"
He leaned in, his lips brushing my neck.
"You seem to have the wrong impression of me, Catherine."
He turned me around, a smirk grew on his face.
"Fun as sleeping with you sounds, Eric sent me to tell you a message."
"Who are you!"
"Eric sent me to pass a message onto you."
Smiling sweetly, the man, Eric, came through the door. Eric dismissed him with a wave and approached me.
"It's time for you to give me the key, querida."
"What do you want with that stupid thing?"
"I am just waiting for you, Catherine. I can't seem to not play this game, staying away from the damn place, not wanting you to always wonder what would happen had we not escaped the evil Josephine's lair."
"I would have never, ever left without her, and then she dumps me just like that. I still hate how she always acts superior to everyone else, including me! Imagine, she looks down on a man who's intelligent, sexy, and handsome. Who the hell does she think she is? She's no supermodel. She is not even pretty, like other girls who she constantly snubs. Especially you, Catherine, the most stunning woman I've--"
"STOP! Don't you understand what's going on? I am a woman, not your sex object. Why do you always treat me like I'm a princess? I'm tired of you constantly patronizing--"
"Catherine. You need to shut the hell up!"
Eric seized my arms and gripped them, drawing me in towards his body. I struggled at keeping him away. "Catherine, you know this can't continue. We really have to ease the tension between us. How about we resolve this conflict?"
His lips pressed against mine and before I knew it, we were taking off each others clothing. Hurridly, his callused hands brushed against my hair.
"Why do you always think you can resist someone like me? After all, I'm--"
"I'm done with this."
I leaped out of there and stumbled over the stand as I fumbled for my purse. Eric pursued me, but I whipped around the corner just as my sister walked out of her room sleepily.
"You're awake already--"
"Ssshhhh!" I pulled on her and whispered in her ear, looking around to make sure that no one was eavesdropping.
"Lydia -- shut up for the love of God! For the last time, PLEASE stop this nonsense."
Indignant, Lydia drew

The next morning, I woke to a mysterious voice, like the hoot of an owl. I tried to distinguish who it was, but a hand covered my mouth and I shrieked. The scent of smoke filled the air.
"Really, Catherine?" His voice shook with laughter.
"Who are you?"
He leaned in, his lips brushing my neck.
"You seem to have the wrong impression of me, Catherine."
He turned me around, a smirk grew on his face.
"Fun as sleeping with you sounds, Eric sent me to tell you a message."
"Who are you!"
"Eric sent me to pass a message onto you."
Smiling sweetly, the man, Eric, came through the door. Eric dismissed him with a wave and approached me.
"It's time for you to give me the key, querida."
"What do you want with that stupid thing?"
"I am just waiting for you, Catherine. I can't seem to not play this game, staying away from the damn place, not wanting you to always wonder what would happen had we not escaped the evil Josephine's lair."
"I would have never, ever left without her, and then she dumps me just like that. I still hate how she always acts superior to everyone else, including me! Imagine, she looks down on a man who's intelligent, sexy, and handsome. Who the hell does she think she is? She's no supermodel. She is not even pretty, like other girls who she constantly snubs. Especially you, Catherine, the most stunning woman I've--"
"STOP! Don't you understand what's going on? I am a woman, not your sex object. Why do you always treat me like I'm a princess? I'm tired of you constantly patronizing--"
"Catherine. You need to shut the hell up!"
Eric seized my arms and gripped them, drawing me in towards his body. I struggled at keeping him away. "Catherine, you know this can't continue. We really have to ease the tension between us. How about we resolve this conflict?"
His lips pressed against mine and before I knew it, we were taking off each others clothing. Hurridly, his callused hands brushed against my hair.
"Why do you always think you can resist someone like me? After all, I'm--"
"I'm done with this."
I leaped out of there and stumbled over the stand as I fumbled for my purse. Eric pursued me, but I whipped around the corner just as my sister walked out of her room sleepily.
"You're awake already--"
"Ssshhhh!" I pulled on her and whispered in her ear, looking around to make sure that no one was eavesdropping.
"Lydia -- shut up for the love of God! For the last time, PLEASE stop this nonsense."
Indignant, Lydia drew in a deep

The next morning, I woke to a mysterious voice, like the hoot of an owl. I tried to distinguish who it was, but a hand covered my mouth and I shrieked. The scent of smoke filled the air.
"Really, Catherine?" His voice shook with laughter.
"Who are you?"
He leaned in, his lips brushing my neck.
"You seem to have the wrong impression of me, Catherine."
He turned me around, a smirk grew on his face.
"Fun as sleeping with you sounds, Eric sent me to tell you a message."
"Who are you!"
"Eric sent me to pass a message onto you."
Smiling sweetly, the man, Eric, came through the door. Eric dismissed him with a wave and approached me.
"It's time for you to give me the key, querida."
"What do you want with that stupid thing?"
"I am just waiting for you, Catherine. I can't seem to not play this game, staying away from the damn place, not wanting you to always wonder what would happen had we not escaped the evil Josephine's lair."
"I would have never, ever left without her, and then she dumps me just like that. I still hate how she always acts superior to everyone else, including me! Imagine, she looks down on a man who's intelligent, sexy, and handsome. Who the hell does she think she is? She's no supermodel. She is not even pretty, like other girls who she constantly snubs. Especially you, Catherine, the most stunning woman I've--"
"STOP! Don't you understand what's going on? I am a woman, not your sex object. Why do you always treat me like I'm a princess? I'm tired of you constantly patronizing--"
"Catherine. You need to shut the hell up!"
Eric seized my arms and gripped them, drawing me in towards his body. I struggled at keeping him away. "Catherine, you know this can't continue. We really have to ease the tension between us. How about we resolve this conflict?"
His lips pressed against mine and before I knew it, we were taking off each others clothing. Hurridly, his callused hands brushed against my hair.
"Why do you always think you can resist someone like me? After all, I'm--"
"I'm done with this."
I leaped out of there and stumbled over the stand as I fumbled for my purse. Eric pursued me, but I whipped around the corner just as my sister walked out of her room sleepily.
"You're awake already--"
"Ssshhhh!" I pulled on her and whispered in her ear, looking around to make sure that no one was eavesdropping.
"Lydia -- shut up for the love of God! For the last time, PLEASE stop this nonsense."
Indignant, Lydia drew in a deep breath and screamed

The next morning, I woke to a mysterious voice,
like the hoot of an owl. I tried to distinguish who it was, but a hand
covered my mouth and I shrieked. The scent of smoke filled the air.
"Really, Catherine?" His voice shook with laughter.
"Who are you?"
He leaned in, his lips brushing my neck.
"You seem to have the wrong impression of me, Catherine."
He turned me around, a smirk grew on his face.
"Fun as sleeping with you sounds, Eric sent me to tell you a message."
"Who are you!"
"Eric sent me to pass a message onto you."
Smiling sweetly, the man, Eric, came through the door. Eric dismissed him with a wave and approached me.
"It's time for you to give me the key, querida."
"What do you want with that stupid thing?"
"I
am just waiting for you, Catherine. I can't seem to not play this game,
staying away from the damn place, not wanting you to always wonder what
would happen had we not escaped the evil Josephine's lair."
"I would
have never, ever left without her, and then she dumps me just like
that. I still hate how she always acts superior to everyone else,
including me! Imagine, she looks down on a man who's intelligent, sexy,
and handsome. Who the hell does she think she is? She's no supermodel.
She is not even pretty, like other girls who she constantly snubs.
Especially you, Catherine, the most stunning woman I've--"
"STOP!
Don't you understand what's going on? I am a woman, not your sex
object. Why do you always treat me like I'm a princess? I'm tired of
you constantly patronizing--"
"Catherine. You need to shut the hell up!"
Eric
seized my arms and gripped them, drawing me in towards his body. I
struggled at keeping him away. "Catherine, you know this can't
continue. We really have to ease the tension between us. How about we
resolve this conflict?"
His lips pressed against mine and before I
knew it, we were taking off each others clothing. Hurridly, his
callused hands brushed against my hair.
"Why do you always think you can resist someone like me? After all, I'm--"
"I'm done with this."
I
leaped out of there and stumbled over the stand as I fumbled for my
purse. Eric pursued me, but I whipped around the corner just as my
sister walked out of her room sleepily.
"You're awake already--"
"Ssshhhh!" I pulled on her and whispered in her ear, looking around to make sure that no one was eavesdropping.
"Lydia -- shut up for the love of God! For the last time, PLEASE stop this nonsense."
Indignant, Lydia drew in a deep breath and screamed"Stop it now"

The next morning, I woke to a mysterious voice, like the hoot of an owl. I tried to distinguish who it was, but a hand covered my mouth and I shrieked. The scent of smoke filled the air.
"Really, Catherine?" His voice shook with laughter.
"Who are you?"
He leaned in, his lips brushing my neck.
"You seem to have the wrong impression of me, Catherine."
He turned me around, a smirk grew on his face.
"Fun as sleeping with you sounds, Eric sent me to tell you a message."
"Who are you!"
"Eric sent me to pass a message onto you."
Smiling sweetly, the man, Eric, came through the door. Eric dismissed him with a wave and approached me.
"It's time for you to give me the key, querida."
"What do you want with that stupid thing?"
"I am just waiting for you, Catherine. I can't seem to not play this game, staying away from the damn place, not wanting you to always wonder what would happen had we not escaped the evil Josephine's lair."
"I would have never, ever left without her, and then she dumps me just like that. I still hate how she always acts superior to everyone else, including me! Imagine, she looks down on a man who's intelligent, sexy, and handsome. Who the hell does she think she is? She's no supermodel. She is not even pretty, like other girls who she constantly snubs. Especially you, Catherine, the most stunning woman I've--"
"STOP! Don't you understand what's going on? I am a woman, not your sex object. Why do you always treat me like I'm a princess? I'm tired of you constantly patronizing--"
"Catherine. You need to shut the hell up!"
Eric seized my arms and gripped them, drawing me in towards his body. I struggled at keeping him away. "Catherine, you know this can't continue. We really have to ease the tension between us. How about we resolve this conflict?"
His lips pressed against mine and before I knew it, we were taking off each others clothing. Hurridly, his callused hands brushed against my hair.
"Why do you always think you can resist someone like me? After all, I'm--"
"I'm done with this."
I leaped out of there and stumbled over the stand as I fumbled for my purse. Eric pursued me, but I whipped around the corner just as my sister walked out of her room sleepily.
"You're awake already--"
"Ssshhhh!" I pulled on her and whispered in her ear, looking around to make sure that no one was eavesdropping.
"Lydia -- shut up for the love of God! For the last time, PLEASE stop this nonsense."
Indignant, Lydia drew in a deep breath and screamed, "Stop it now."
"What is wrong

The next morning, I woke to a mysterious voice, like the hoot of an owl. I tried to distinguish who it was, but a hand covered my mouth and I shrieked. The scent of smoke filled the air.
"Really, Catherine?" His voice shook with laughter.
"Who are you?"
He leaned in, his lips brushing my neck.
"You seem to have the wrong impression of me, Catherine."
He turned me around, a smirk grew on his face.
"Fun as sleeping with you sounds, Eric sent me to tell you a message."
"Who are you!"
"Eric sent me to pass a message onto you."
Smiling sweetly, the man, Eric, came through the door. Eric dismissed him with a wave and approached me.
"It's time for you to give me the key, querida."
"What do you want with that stupid thing?"
"I am just waiting for you, Catherine. I can't seem to not play this game, staying away from the damn place, not wanting you to always wonder what would happen had we not escaped the evil Josephine's lair."
"I would have never, ever left without her, and then she dumps me just like that. I still hate how she always acts superior to everyone else, including me! Imagine, she looks down on a man who's intelligent, sexy, and handsome. Who the hell does she think she is? She's no supermodel. She is not even pretty, like other girls who she constantly snubs. Especially you, Catherine, the most stunning woman I've--"
"STOP! Don't you understand what's going on? I am a woman, not your sex object. Why do you always treat me like I'm a princess? I'm tired of you constantly patronizing--"
"Catherine. You need to shut the hell up!"
Eric seized my arms and gripped them, drawing me in towards his body. I struggled at keeping him away. "Catherine, you know this can't continue. We really have to ease the tension between us. How about we resolve this conflict?"
His lips pressed against mine and before I knew it, we were taking off each others clothing. Hurridly, his callused hands brushed against my hair.
"Why do you always think you can resist someone like me? After all, I'm--"
"I'm done with this."
I leaped out of there and stumbled over the stand as I fumbled for my purse. Eric pursued me, but I whipped around the corner just as my sister walked out of her room sleepily.
"You're awake already--"
"Ssshhhh!" I pulled on her and whispered in her ear, looking around to make sure that no one was eavesdropping.
"Lydia -- shut up for the love of God! For the last time, PLEASE stop this nonsense."
Indignant, Lydia drew in a deep breath and screamed, "Stop it now."
"What is wrong, Are you crazy?"

The next morning, I woke to a mysterious voice,
like the hoot of an owl. I tried to distinguish who it was, but a hand
covered my mouth and I shrieked. The scent of smoke filled the air.
"Really, Catherine?" His voice shook with laughter.
"Who are you?"
He leaned in, his lips brushing my neck.
"You seem to have the wrong impression of me, Catherine."
He turned me around, a smirk grew on his face.
"Fun as sleeping with you sounds, Eric sent me to tell you a message."
"Who are you!"
"Eric sent me to pass a message onto you."
Smiling sweetly, the man, Eric, came through the door. Eric dismissed him with a wave and approached me.
"It's time for you to give me the key, querida."
"What do you want with that stupid thing?"
"I
am just waiting for you, Catherine. I can't seem to not play this game,
staying away from the damn place, not wanting you to always wonder what
would happen had we not escaped the evil Josephine's lair."
"I would
have never, ever left without her, and then she dumps me just like
that. I still hate how she always acts superior to everyone else,
including me! Imagine, she looks down on a man who's intelligent, sexy,
and handsome. Who the hell does she think she is? She's no supermodel.
She is not even pretty, like other girls who she constantly snubs.
Especially you, Catherine, the most stunning woman I've--"
"STOP!
Don't you understand what's going on? I am a woman, not your sex
object. Why do you always treat me like I'm a princess? I'm tired of
you constantly patronizing--"
"Catherine. You need to shut the hell up!"
Eric
seized my arms and gripped them, drawing me in towards his body. I
struggled at keeping him away. "Catherine, you know this can't
continue. We really have to ease the tension between us. How about we
resolve this conflict?"
His lips pressed against mine and before I
knew it, we were taking off each others clothing. Hurridly, his
callused hands brushed against my hair.
"Why do you always think you can resist someone like me? After all, I'm--"
"I'm done with this."
I
leaped out of there and stumbled over the stand as I fumbled for my
purse. Eric pursued me, but I whipped around the corner just as my
sister walked out of her room sleepily.
"You're awake already--"
"Ssshhhh!" I pulled on her and whispered in her ear, looking around to make sure that no one was eavesdropping.
"Lydia -- shut up for the love of God! For the last time, PLEASE stop this nonsense."
Indignant, Lydia drew in a deep breath and screamed, "Stop it now."
"What is wrong, are you crazy?" I asked, concerned.

The next morning, I woke to a mysterious voice,
like the hoot of an owl. I tried to distinguish who it was, but a hand
covered my mouth and I shrieked. The scent of smoke filled the air.
"Really, Catherine?" His voice shook with laughter.
"Who are you?"
He leaned in, his lips brushing my neck.
"You seem to have the wrong impression of me, Catherine."
He turned me around, a smirk grew on his face.
"Fun as sleeping with you sounds, Eric sent me to tell you a message."
"Who are you!"
"Eric sent me to pass a message onto you."
Smiling sweetly, the man, Eric, came through the door. Eric dismissed him with a wave and approached me.
"It's time for you to give me the key, querida."
"What do you want with that stupid thing?"
"I
am just waiting for you, Catherine. I can't seem to not play this game,
staying away from the damn place, not wanting you to always wonder what
would happen had we not escaped the evil Josephine's lair."
"I would
have never, ever left without her, and then she dumps me just like
that. I still hate how she always acts superior to everyone else,
including me! Imagine, she looks down on a man who's intelligent, sexy,
and handsome. Who the hell does she think she is? She's no supermodel.
She is not even pretty, like other girls who she constantly snubs.
Especially you, Catherine, the most stunning woman I've--"
"STOP!
Don't you understand what's going on? I am a woman, not your sex
object. Why do you always treat me like I'm a princess? I'm tired of
you constantly patronizing--"
"Catherine. You need to shut the hell up!"
Eric
seized my arms and gripped them, drawing me in towards his body. I
struggled at keeping him away. "Catherine, you know this can't
continue. We really have to ease the tension between us. How about we
resolve this conflict?"
His lips pressed against mine and before I
knew it, we were taking off each others clothing. Hurridly, his
callused hands brushed against my hair.
"Why do you always think you can resist someone like me? After all, I'm--"
"I'm done with this."
I
leaped out of there and stumbled over the stand as I fumbled for my
purse. Eric pursued me, but I whipped around the corner just as my
sister walked out of her room sleepily.
"You're awake already--"
"Ssshhhh!" I pulled on her and whispered in her ear, looking around to make sure that no one was eavesdropping.
"Lydia -- shut up for the love of God! For the last time, PLEASE stop this nonsense."
Indignant, Lydia drew in a deep breath and screamed, "Stop it now."
"What is wrong, are you crazy?" I asked, concerned, And also Terrified.

The next morning, I woke to a mysterious voice,
like the hoot of an owl. I tried to distinguish who it was, but a hand
covered my mouth and I shrieked. The scent of smoke filled the air.
"Really, Catherine?" His voice shook with laughter.
"Who are you?"
He leaned in, his lips brushing my neck.
"You seem to have the wrong impression of me, Catherine."
He turned me around, a smirk grew on his face.
"Fun as sleeping with you sounds, Eric sent me to tell you a message."
"Who are you!"
"Eric sent me to pass a message onto you."
Smiling sweetly, the man, Eric, came through the door. Eric dismissed him with a wave and approached me.
"It's time for you to give me the key, querida."
"What do you want with that stupid thing?"
"I
am just waiting for you, Catherine. I can't seem to not play this game,
staying away from the damn place, not wanting you to always wonder what
would happen had we not escaped the evil Josephine's lair."
"I would
have never, ever left without her, and then she dumps me just like
that. I still hate how she always acts superior to everyone else,
including me! Imagine, she looks down on a man who's intelligent, sexy,
and handsome. Who the hell does she think she is? She's no supermodel.
She is not even pretty, like other girls who she constantly snubs.
Especially you, Catherine, the most stunning woman I've--"
"STOP!
Don't you understand what's going on? I am a woman, not your sex
object. Why do you always treat me like I'm a princess? I'm tired of
you constantly patronizing--"
"Catherine. You need to shut the hell up!"
Eric
seized my arms and gripped them, drawing me in towards his body. I
struggled at keeping him away. "Catherine, you know this can't
continue. We really have to ease the tension between us. How about we
resolve this conflict?"
His lips pressed against mine and before I
knew it, we were taking off each others clothing. Hurridly, his
callused hands brushed against my hair.
"Why do you always think you can resist someone like me? After all, I'm--"
"I'm done with this."
I
leaped out of there and stumbled over the stand as I fumbled for my
purse. Eric pursued me, but I whipped around the corner just as my
sister walked out of her room sleepily.
"You're awake already--"
"Ssshhhh!" I pulled on her and whispered in her ear, looking around to make sure that no one was eavesdropping.
"Lydia -- shut up for the love of God! For the last time, PLEASE stop this nonsense."
Indignant, Lydia drew in a deep breath and screamed, "Stop it now."
"What is wrong, are you crazy?" I asked, concerned, and also terrified.
"Why are you

The next morning, I woke to a mysterious voice,
like the hoot of an owl. I tried to distinguish who it was, but a hand
covered my mouth and I shrieked. The scent of smoke filled the air.
"Really, Catherine?" His voice shook with laughter.
"Who are you?"
He leaned in, his lips brushing my neck.
"You seem to have the wrong impression of me, Catherine."
He turned me around, a smirk grew on his face.
"Fun as sleeping with you sounds, Eric sent me to tell you a message."
"Who are you!"
"Eric sent me to pass a message onto you."
Smiling sweetly, the man, Eric, came through the door. Eric dismissed him with a wave and approached me.
"It's time for you to give me the key, querida."
"What do you want with that stupid thing?"
"I
am just waiting for you, Catherine. I can't seem to not play this game,
staying away from the damn place, not wanting you to always wonder what
would happen had we not escaped the evil Josephine's lair."
"I would
have never, ever left without her, and then she dumps me just like
that. I still hate how she always acts superior to everyone else,
including me! Imagine, she looks down on a man who's intelligent, sexy,
and handsome. Who the hell does she think she is? She's no supermodel.
She is not even pretty, like other girls who she constantly snubs.
Especially you, Catherine, the most stunning woman I've--"
"STOP!
Don't you understand what's going on? I am a woman, not your sex
object. Why do you always treat me like I'm a princess? I'm tired of
you constantly patronizing--"
"Catherine. You need to shut the hell up!"
Eric
seized my arms and gripped them, drawing me in towards his body. I
struggled at keeping him away. "Catherine, you know this can't
continue. We really have to ease the tension between us. How about we
resolve this conflict?"
His lips pressed against mine and before I
knew it, we were taking off each others clothing. Hurridly, his
callused hands brushed against my hair.
"Why do you always think you can resist someone like me? After all, I'm--"
"I'm done with this."
I
leaped out of there and stumbled over the stand as I fumbled for my
purse. Eric pursued me, but I whipped around the corner just as my
sister walked out of her room sleepily.
"You're awake already--"
"Ssshhhh!" I pulled on her and whispered in her ear, looking around to make sure that no one was eavesdropping.
"Lydia -- shut up for the love of God! For the last time, PLEASE stop this nonsense."
Indignant, Lydia drew in a deep breath and screamed, "Stop it now."
"What is wrong, are you crazy?" I asked, concerned, and also terrified.
"Why are you killing me Inside?

The next morning, I woke to a mysterious voice,
like the hoot of an owl. I tried to distinguish who it was, but a hand
covered my mouth and I shrieked. The scent of smoke filled the air.
"Really, Catherine?" His voice shook with laughter.
"Who are you?"
He leaned in, his lips brushing my neck.
"You seem to have the wrong impression of me, Catherine."
He turned me around, a smirk grew on his face.
"Fun as sleeping with you sounds, Eric sent me to tell you a message."
"Who are you!"
"Eric sent me to pass a message onto you."
Smiling sweetly, the man, Eric, came through the door. Eric dismissed him with a wave and approached me.
"It's time for you to give me the key, querida."
"What do you want with that stupid thing?"
"I
am just waiting for you, Catherine. I can't seem to not play this game,
staying away from the damn place, not wanting you to always wonder what
would happen had we not escaped the evil Josephine's lair."
"I would
have never, ever left without her, and then she dumps me just like
that. I still hate how she always acts superior to everyone else,
including me! Imagine, she looks down on a man who's intelligent, sexy,
and handsome. Who the hell does she think she is? She's no supermodel.
She is not even pretty, like other girls who she constantly snubs.
Especially you, Catherine, the most stunning woman I've--"
"STOP!
Don't you understand what's going on? I am a woman, not your sex
object. Why do you always treat me like I'm a princess? I'm tired of
you constantly patronizing--"
"Catherine. You need to shut the hell up!"
Eric
seized my arms and gripped them, drawing me in towards his body. I
struggled at keeping him away. "Catherine, you know this can't
continue. We really have to ease the tension between us. How about we
resolve this conflict?"
His lips pressed against mine and before I
knew it, we were taking off each others clothing. Hurridly, his
callused hands brushed against my hair.
"Why do you always think you can resist someone like me? After all, I'm--"
"I'm done with this."
I
leaped out of there and stumbled over the stand as I fumbled for my
purse. Eric pursued me, but I whipped around the corner just as my
sister walked out of her room sleepily.
"You're awake already--"
"Ssshhhh!" I pulled on her and whispered in her ear, looking around to make sure that no one was eavesdropping.
"Lydia -- shut up for the love of God! For the last time, PLEASE stop this nonsense."
Indignant, Lydia drew in a deep breath and screamed, "Stop it now."
"What is wrong, are you crazy?" I asked, concerned, and also terrified.
"Why are you killing me Inside? She was on

The next morning, I woke to a mysterious voice,
like the hoot of an owl. I tried to distinguish who it was, but a hand
covered my mouth and I shrieked. The scent of smoke filled the air.
"Really, Catherine?" His voice shook with laughter.
"Who are you?"
He leaned in, his lips brushing my neck.
"You seem to have the wrong impression of me, Catherine."
He turned me around, a smirk grew on his face.
"Fun as sleeping with you sounds, Eric sent me to tell you a message."
"Who are you!"
"Eric sent me to pass a message onto you."
Smiling sweetly, the man, Eric, came through the door. Eric dismissed him with a wave and approached me.
"It's time for you to give me the key, querida."
"What do you want with that stupid thing?"
"I
am just waiting for you, Catherine. I can't seem to not play this game,
staying away from the damn place, not wanting you to always wonder what
would happen had we not escaped the evil Josephine's lair."
"I would
have never, ever left without her, and then she dumps me just like
that. I still hate how she always acts superior to everyone else,
including me! Imagine, she looks down on a man who's intelligent, sexy,
and handsome. Who the hell does she think she is? She's no supermodel.
She is not even pretty, like other girls who she constantly snubs.
Especially you, Catherine, the most stunning woman I've--"
"STOP!
Don't you understand what's going on? I am a woman, not your sex
object. Why do you always treat me like I'm a princess? I'm tired of
you constantly patronizing--"
"Catherine. You need to shut the hell up!"
Eric
seized my arms and gripped them, drawing me in towards his body. I
struggled at keeping him away. "Catherine, you know this can't
continue. We really have to ease the tension between us. How about we
resolve this conflict?"
His lips pressed against mine and before I
knew it, we were taking off each others clothing. Hurridly, his
callused hands brushed against my hair.
"Why do you always think you can resist someone like me? After all, I'm--"
"I'm done with this."
I
leaped out of there and stumbled over the stand as I fumbled for my
purse. Eric pursued me, but I whipped around the corner just as my
sister walked out of her room sleepily.
"You're awake already--"
"Ssshhhh!" I pulled on her and whispered in her ear, looking around to make sure that no one was eavesdropping.
"Lydia -- shut up for the love of God! For the last time, PLEASE stop this nonsense."
Indignant, Lydia drew in a deep breath and screamed, "Stop it now."
"What is wrong, are you crazy?" I asked, concerned, and also terrified.
"Why are you killing me Inside? She was on her feet while

The next morning, I woke to a mysterious voice,
like the hoot of an owl. I tried to distinguish who it was, but a hand
covered my mouth and I shrieked. The scent of smoke filled the air.
"Really, Catherine?" His voice shook with laughter.
"Who are you?"
He leaned in, his lips brushing my neck.
"You seem to have the wrong impression of me, Catherine."
He turned me around, a smirk grew on his face.
"Fun as sleeping with you sounds, Eric sent me to tell you a message."
"Who are you!"
"Eric sent me to pass a message onto you."
Smiling sweetly, the man, Eric, came through the door. Eric dismissed him with a wave and approached me.
"It's time for you to give me the key, querida."
"What do you want with that stupid thing?"
"I
am just waiting for you, Catherine. I can't seem to not play this game,
staying away from the damn place, not wanting you to always wonder what
would happen had we not escaped the evil Josephine's lair."
"I would
have never, ever left without her, and then she dumps me just like
that. I still hate how she always acts superior to everyone else,
including me! Imagine, she looks down on a man who's intelligent, sexy,
and handsome. Who the hell does she think she is? She's no supermodel.
She is not even pretty, like other girls who she constantly snubs.
Especially you, Catherine, the most stunning woman I've--"
"STOP!
Don't you understand what's going on? I am a woman, not your sex
object. Why do you always treat me like I'm a princess? I'm tired of
you constantly patronizing--"
"Catherine. You need to shut the hell up!"
Eric
seized my arms and gripped them, drawing me in towards his body. I
struggled at keeping him away. "Catherine, you know this can't
continue. We really have to ease the tension between us. How about we
resolve this conflict?"
His lips pressed against mine and before I
knew it, we were taking off each others clothing. Hurridly, his
callused hands brushed against my hair.
"Why do you always think you can resist someone like me? After all, I'm--"
"I'm done with this."
I
leaped out of there and stumbled over the stand as I fumbled for my
purse. Eric pursued me, but I whipped around the corner just as my
sister walked out of her room sleepily.
"You're awake already--"
"Ssshhhh!" I pulled on her and whispered in her ear, looking around to make sure that no one was eavesdropping.
"Lydia -- shut up for the love of God! For the last time, PLEASE stop this nonsense."
Indignant, Lydia drew in a deep breath and screamed, "Stop it now."
"What is wrong, are you crazy?" I asked, concerned, and also terrified.
"Why are you killing me Inside? She was on her feet while clutching her hair.

The next morning, I woke to a mysterious voice,
like the hoot of an owl. I tried to distinguish who it was, but a hand
covered my mouth and I shrieked. The scent of smoke filled the air.
"Really, Catherine?" His voice shook with laughter.
"Who are you?"
He leaned in, his lips brushing my neck.
"You seem to have the wrong impression of me, Catherine."
He turned me around, a smirk grew on his face.
"Fun as sleeping with you sounds, Eric sent me to tell you a message."
"Who are you!"
"Eric sent me to pass a message onto you."
Smiling sweetly, the man, Eric, came through the door. Eric dismissed him with a wave and approached me.
"It's time for you to give me the key, querida."
"What do you want with that stupid thing?"
"I
am just waiting for you, Catherine. I can't seem to not play this game,
staying away from the damn place, not wanting you to always wonder what
would happen had we not escaped the evil Josephine's lair."
"I would
have never, ever left without her, and then she dumps me just like
that. I still hate how she always acts superior to everyone else,
including me! Imagine, she looks down on a man who's intelligent, sexy,
and handsome. Who the hell does she think she is? She's no supermodel.
She is not even pretty, like other girls who she constantly snubs.
Especially you, Catherine, the most stunning woman I've--"
"STOP!
Don't you understand what's going on? I am a woman, not your sex
object. Why do you always treat me like I'm a princess? I'm tired of
you constantly patronizing--"
"Catherine. You need to shut the hell up!"
Eric
seized my arms and gripped them, drawing me in towards his body. I
struggled at keeping him away. "Catherine, you know this can't
continue. We really have to ease the tension between us. How about we
resolve this conflict?"
His lips pressed against mine and before I
knew it, we were taking off each others clothing. Hurridly, his
callused hands brushed against my hair.
"Why do you always think you can resist someone like me? After all, I'm--"
"I'm done with this."
I
leaped out of there and stumbled over the stand as I fumbled for my
purse. Eric pursued me, but I whipped around the corner just as my
sister walked out of her room sleepily.
"You're awake already--"
"Ssshhhh!" I pulled on her and whispered in her ear, looking around to make sure that no one was eavesdropping.
"Lydia -- shut up for the love of God! For the last time, PLEASE stop this nonsense."
Indignant, Lydia drew in a deep breath and screamed, "Stop it now."
"What is wrong, are you crazy?" I asked, concerned, and also terrified.
"Why are you killing me Inside? She was on her feet while clutching her hair.
I could not

The next morning, I woke to a mysterious voice,
like the hoot of an owl. I tried to distinguish who it was, but a hand
covered my mouth and I shrieked. The scent of smoke filled the air.
"Really, Catherine?" His voice shook with laughter.
"Who are you?"
He leaned in, his lips brushing my neck.
"You seem to have the wrong impression of me, Catherine."
He turned me around, a smirk grew on his face.
"Fun as sleeping with you sounds, Eric sent me to tell you a message."
"Who are you!"
"Eric sent me to pass a message onto you."
Smiling sweetly, the man, Eric, came through the door. Eric dismissed him with a wave and approached me.
"It's time for you to give me the key, querida."
"What do you want with that stupid thing?"
"I
am just waiting for you, Catherine. I can't seem to not play this game,
staying away from the damn place, not wanting you to always wonder what
would happen had we not escaped the evil Josephine's lair."
"I would
have never, ever left without her, and then she dumps me just like
that. I still hate how she always acts superior to everyone else,
including me! Imagine, she looks down on a man who's intelligent, sexy,
and handsome. Who the hell does she think she is? She's no supermodel.
She is not even pretty, like other girls who she constantly snubs.
Especially you, Catherine, the most stunning woman I've--"
"STOP!
Don't you understand what's going on? I am a woman, not your sex
object. Why do you always treat me like I'm a princess? I'm tired of
you constantly patronizing--"
"Catherine. You need to shut the hell up!"
Eric
seized my arms and gripped them, drawing me in towards his body. I
struggled at keeping him away. "Catherine, you know this can't
continue. We really have to ease the tension between us. How about we
resolve this conflict?"
His lips pressed against mine and before I
knew it, we were taking off each others clothing. Hurridly, his
callused hands brushed against my hair.
"Why do you always think you can resist someone like me? After all, I'm--"
"I'm done with this."
I
leaped out of there and stumbled over the stand as I fumbled for my
purse. Eric pursued me, but I whipped around the corner just as my
sister walked out of her room sleepily.
"You're awake already--"
"Ssshhhh!" I pulled on her and whispered in her ear, looking around to make sure that no one was eavesdropping.
"Lydia -- shut up for the love of God! For the last time, PLEASE stop this nonsense."
Indignant, Lydia drew in a deep breath and screamed, "Stop it now."
"What is wrong, are you crazy?" I asked, concerned, and also terrified.
"Why are you killing me Inside? She was on her feet while clutching her hair.
I could not bare with you

The next morning, I woke to a mysterious voice,
like the hoot of an owl. I tried to distinguish who it was, but a hand
covered my mouth and I shrieked. The scent of smoke filled the air.
"Really, Catherine?" His voice shook with laughter.
"Who are you?"
He leaned in, his lips brushing my neck.
"You seem to have the wrong impression of me, Catherine."
He turned me around, a smirk grew on his face.
"Fun as sleeping with you sounds, Eric sent me to tell you a message."
"Who are you!"
"Eric sent me to pass a message onto you."
Smiling sweetly, the man, Eric, came through the door. Eric dismissed him with a wave and approached me.
"It's time for you to give me the key, querida."
"What do you want with that stupid thing?"
"I
am just waiting for you, Catherine. I can't seem to not play this game,
staying away from the damn place, not wanting you to always wonder what
would happen had we not escaped the evil Josephine's lair."
"I would
have never, ever left without her, and then she dumps me just like
that. I still hate how she always acts superior to everyone else,
including me! Imagine, she looks down on a man who's intelligent, sexy,
and handsome. Who the hell does she think she is? She's no supermodel.
She is not even pretty, like other girls who she constantly snubs.
Especially you, Catherine, the most stunning woman I've--"
"STOP!
Don't you understand what's going on? I am a woman, not your sex
object. Why do you always treat me like I'm a princess? I'm tired of
you constantly patronizing--"
"Catherine. You need to shut the hell up!"
Eric
seized my arms and gripped them, drawing me in towards his body. I
struggled at keeping him away. "Catherine, you know this can't
continue. We really have to ease the tension between us. How about we
resolve this conflict?"
His lips pressed against mine and before I
knew it, we were taking off each others clothing. Hurridly, his
callused hands brushed against my hair.
"Why do you always think you can resist someone like me? After all, I'm--"
"I'm done with this."
I
leaped out of there and stumbled over the stand as I fumbled for my
purse. Eric pursued me, but I whipped around the corner just as my
sister walked out of her room sleepily.
"You're awake already--"
"Ssshhhh!" I pulled on her and whispered in her ear, looking around to make sure that no one was eavesdropping.
"Lydia -- shut up for the love of God! For the last time, PLEASE stop this nonsense."
Indignant, Lydia drew in a deep breath and screamed, "Stop it now."
"What is wrong, are you crazy?" I asked, concerned, and also terrified.
"Why are you killing me Inside? She was on her feet while clutching her hair.
"I could not bear with you the thought of

The next morning, I woke to a mysterious voice,
like the hoot of an owl. I tried to distinguish who it was, but a hand
covered my mouth and I shrieked. The scent of smoke filled the air.
"Really, Catherine?" His voice shook with laughter.
"Who are you?"
He leaned in, his lips brushing my neck.
"You seem to have the wrong impression of me, Catherine."
He turned me around, a smirk grew on his face.
"Fun as sleeping with you sounds, Eric sent me to tell you a message."
"Who are you!"
"Eric sent me to pass a message onto you."
Smiling sweetly, the man, Eric, came through the door. Eric dismissed him with a wave and approached me.
"It's time for you to give me the key, querida."
"What do you want with that stupid thing?"
"I
am just waiting for you, Catherine. I can't seem to not play this game,
staying away from the damn place, not wanting you to always wonder what
would happen had we not escaped the evil Josephine's lair."
"I would
have never, ever left without her, and then she dumps me just like
that. I still hate how she always acts superior to everyone else,
including me! Imagine, she looks down on a man who's intelligent, sexy,
and handsome. Who the hell does she think she is? She's no supermodel.
She is not even pretty, like other girls who she constantly snubs.
Especially you, Catherine, the most stunning woman I've--"
"STOP!
Don't you understand what's going on? I am a woman, not your sex
object. Why do you always treat me like I'm a princess? I'm tired of
you constantly patronizing--"
"Catherine. You need to shut the hell up!"
Eric
seized my arms and gripped them, drawing me in towards his body. I
struggled at keeping him away. "Catherine, you know this can't
continue. We really have to ease the tension between us. How about we
resolve this conflict?"
His lips pressed against mine and before I
knew it, we were taking off each others clothing. Hurridly, his
callused hands brushed against my hair.
"Why do you always think you can resist someone like me? After all, I'm--"
"I'm done with this."
I
leaped out of there and stumbled over the stand as I fumbled for my
purse. Eric pursued me, but I whipped around the corner just as my
sister walked out of her room sleepily.
"You're awake already--"
"Ssshhhh!" I pulled on her and whispered in her ear, looking around to make sure that no one was eavesdropping.
"Lydia -- shut up for the love of God! For the last time, PLEASE stop this nonsense."
Indignant, Lydia drew in a deep breath and screamed, "Stop it now."
"What is wrong, are you crazy?" I asked, concerned, and also terrified.
"Why are you killing me Inside? She was on her feet while clutching her hair.
"I could not bear with you the thought of [i]me hurting you.[i]"