Chapter 8

I styled my hair so it hung over half of my face, leaving only one eye visible. The clothes I wore left nothing to the imagination, my tightest jeans with the holes in strategic places hugging my ass, and a low cut V-necked, deep purple T-shirt molded to my chest and arms, with my nipples already perking up.

I dug out the leather arm bands that were gathering dust in a drawer and added a clip-on nose ring to my left nostril. Black eyeliner and shadow brought out the brown of my eyes, and a hint of blush emphasized my cheekbones. I was ready.

This feeling inside of me was new and exciting. I hadn’t felt like this in a long time, my body practically humming in anticipation of what was to come. Not since I had fallen in love with the twins, Bernice and Bernard Todd in my senior year of high school, had I experienced such need. It was as if I could do anything I wanted to. Paul had returned me to the land of the living—and horny.