A/N I love you all! To those of you that reviewed, thank you so much for your support and encouragement. I'm sorry this took so long to get updated; I promise that I will finish this story however. Life just got the better of me for a few days, now I'm refocused.
Again…Thank you to my wonderful beta, who for all intents and purposes makes sure that I don't make stupid mistakes with my writing. Even though he can be a real jerk sometimes….love you!
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Sakura woke slowly, feeling comfortable and warm and not quite ready to open her eyes. This quickly changed when she heard what sounded like the clanging of pots and pans followed by the delicious aroma of breakfast. Popping her eyes open she looked at the unfamiliar room curious before the previous day's events came rushing back to her. She suppressed a shudder as the gruesome images replayed themselves in her mind; the poor woman who was shot down and the mangled girl who was arranged on her bed.
Feeling bile rise in the back of her throat she quickly jumped out of bed and ran to the bathroom across the short hallway. Slamming the door but not bothering to lock it, she dropped to her knees and began to dry heave over the innocent looking toilet bowl. It was only a few seconds before she felt fingers delicately pull her hair back from her face followed by a hand rubbing soothing circles on her back. She calmed somewhat as Syaoran made comforting noises while her stomach rebelled nothing but bile and air.
Once she felt she had finished she rested her head against the rim of the bowl, completely exhausted. Syaoran leaned forward and gathered her small frame into his arms before standing and walking out into the living area. Setting her down gently on the plush cushions of the cough he quickly placed a glass of water in her shaking hands. He still said nothing as he grabbed one of the plates of food and rested it on the table next to the unsteady girl.
After a few moments he spoke, "I know it sounds horrible, but you should eat," gesturing to the omelet. He handed her a fork and frowned only slightly when she made no move toward the plate next to her. "It gets easier." At her startled look he continued, "The memories, they get easier. With time. You'll always remember but you'll accept them and be able to handle them without much trouble."
She nodded her head once and picked up the plate. Her fork cut out the first pieces of the omelet and while she chewed he stood to grab his own breakfast. They ate in a comfortable silence, neither saying a word while mulling over their own thoughts.
"I can't get it out of my head." The statement was so quiet that Syaoran questioned if she had actually said anything. His question was answered when she continued, "the woman in the ally, she looked so defeated. Like she knew she was going to die. Then the girl on my bed, she could have been my twin. What kind of torture did she have to suffer through because of me? Did she know it was coming or was it unexpected?"
Sakura turned her tortured eyes to gaze directly into his amber ones. "I have a feeling that it isn't going to stop until they go away or…I'm dead."
Syaoran stood so quickly that if Sakura had blinked she would've missed the motion. In the next second he was crouched in front of her, staring her directly in the eye with his hands placed rigidly on her shoulders. "Don't you dare think like that. That kind of thinking only gets people killed." He shook her gently to emphasize his point before moving away. "That's exactly what he wants you to think. That's exactly what he wants you to feel, don't you see? It's his game; he plays it without regrets and no regard for the pain that he causes anyone. He's playing with you, toying with you so that he can see how far he pushes you before you break."
"You know this guy, don't you?" She looked at him intently, expecting the truth, wanting to know just how much her life had changed in just one short day. "Tell me what you know. Please, I have to know."
He hesitated for a moment, sighing softly as he moved to look out the window of the living room, observing the city of Tokyo and the bustling people moving about on the streets below. "I don't know his name. I don't know who he is, what he does in the normal world, or who he's related to. I only know what he does." Pausing once more he turned towards the girl on the couch, folding his arms across his broad chest he leaned against the wall beside the window.
"He has several…circles, you could say, that he runs. He started in money laundering, abusing the people who work for him and the residents of any street or part of the city that he might claim. He has quite a following in that field, mostly poor people who need some money to stay alive. There are a few that he holds in high regard, the ones who are so greedy that they have no qualms about hurting others to quench their lust for wealth. It's these few people who helped him move into the next circle, kidnapping. For awhile he would kidnap wealthy people or their children in order to ransom them for money, sometimes he simply used blackmail and on most occasions used both. He uses the person to get the money, and the blackmail to make sure that the cops aren't involved.
"It was only recently that he began his latest venture. He figured that if he could take people and ransom them for money, then why not just take them and sell them for a profit. We have leads and hints in at least 17 different countries where he gathers his victims. He pulls them off the streets, off of cruises, out of parties, wherever he finds someone who intrigues him. He holds them for awhile, keeping some for himself, torturing them and filming them while they're forced to do….detestable things. Then he releases the videos to bidders, who then return with an offer for the victims. We've found hundreds of bodies, all horrible beaten and abused, that were reported missing. Some of these people were missing for months, some for weeks, and others for days. They never last very long.
"The woman you saw in the alley was an undercover agent who infiltrated his system, gaining allies throughout the organization. She was trying to find a lead to the full identity of the man behind the system, but every lead she got only brought her to a dead end. Most of the I.D.'s were fake; most were for people who had died years ago. She knew that they were onto her, she had radioed in that she probably wouldn't make it past the end of the week. I guess she was right."
Syaoran lapsed into silence, lost once again within his own mind. Maria had been a good friend to him, loyal and confident; it was difficult to let her go. She had brought with her some very valuable information however, like there were leaks in the department which was why this guy always stayed one step ahead of them. Another was that she had recently acquired information that he was wealthy and well-known, but there were so many men out there in Tokyo who held these standards, but it was still a place to start.
Turning back to the silent girl on the couch, he noted how pale she had gotten. He had been meaning to impart with her the severity of the situation that she was in, but he had apparently overstepped that and had scared her.
Apologetically he smiled to her, "I didn't mean to frighten you, but do you see why it is so important that we keep you safe?" At her nod, he continued, "We should get you to school." He gestured to the pile of clothes that rested on the coffee table, "I hope you don't mind, but I washed them for you. I hope they're alright to go to school in, we can't return to your home for a few days, the police are still investigating it for clues."
"Thank you. These will be fine, I'll just go change." She stood and gathered the pile of cloth in her arms. As she walked by the strong and confident man to walk down the hallway she placed a light hand on his shoulder, "Thank you for telling me. Even if it is scary, I needed to know." Giving his shoulder a gentle squeeze she continued down the hall and walked into the bathroom, closing the door behind her.
He smiled lightly to himself and shook his head. That girl had an inner strength that he knew she would come to rely on in the next few days, he just hoped that he could intercept most of what would be coming her way. He had received a call before she had woken that morning from the chief about all the details gathered by forensics in her home. The girl that they had found was exactly Sakura's age and build, the only discrepancies between the two were that their shades of auburn hair were slightly different and while Sakura's eyes were a deep emerald, the victim's had been a bright blue. She had also been brutally tortured and raped prior to the wound across her neck that turned out to be fatal. He shook his head, he wouldn't tell Sakura this, she didn't need this added onto her already shattered life.
He quickly cleaned up their breakfast, placing the dishes in the sink he frowned noticing how little the girl had eaten, more than half of the omelet was still there. He wouldn't say anything about it just now but if she continued this way he would have to step in, she couldn't be starving herself now, there was too much at stake.
He was waiting by the front door when she emerged from the bathroom, her hair freshly brushed he could see little rivulets of water running down the side of her neck, presumably from when she had splashed herself while getting ready. He nodded once and carefully opened the door, before taking a peak into the hallway, seeing nothing suspicious he opened the door wider and motioned the girl out before locking the door behind them. Preceding her down the hallway they quickly made their way back to his car and once they were settled into the comfortable seats he said the one thing that he had been dreading.
"There will be no on to watch over you while you are school." Seeing her terrified look he continued, "I don't think he'll do anything while you're in such a public setting, the make sure that you stay near friends alright? I would assign an officer to you for the day, but that would mean filing paperwork, and there is a leak in the department so it's not safe. If I were to disclose your location at any time, he would have it in a heartbeat." Starting the engine he sped quickly down the street, "I would stay with you but I have to get back to the station to handle any backfire that Maria's death has caused. I also have to look into any of the leads that she's given us." Sakura nodded, still afraid but she knew that they didn't have much of a choice in the matter. She would not let this bastard ruin her life, she would go to school and act as if nothing happened, she couldn't let him win.
They lapsed into a tense silence, and after Sakura indicated for Syaoran to turn off the highway towards her university, he spoke up. "I have a phone for you. It's encrypted, so any call that you make can't be traced. Give no one this number. For my cell speed dial one and for my office at work speed dial two. Stay close to your friends, alright? If you're with a close group of people it's very unlikely that he'll try anything here."
He pulled up to the front of the building where her first class of the day was held and as she moved out of the car he said one last statement, "If there is anything, and I mean anything, out of the ordinary call me right away and I'll be here as quickly as I can alright?" She nodded and closed the door firmly behind her.
She stared up at the building before her before quickly going inside and she listened as Li sped off down the road. With his calming presence gone, the dread that had been hovering just beneath the surface made itself known and spread through her body. She had a really bad feeling about this. Sighing she turned into her classroom and settled herself among the other students, prepared to act cheery and carefree like she was normally.
It was only a few moments into the class when there was a knock on the door, confused the Professor opened the door and she looked down the hallway. Seeing nothing she was about to move back inside when she noticed a small wrapped package resting on the floor. Crouching down she picked it up and read the tag attach to the bright red bow wrapped around the small box. Turning back to the room she quickly dropped the small package on Sakura's desk with an irritated sigh; she hated it when her class was interrupted for such trivial things.
Sakura stared at the harmless looking box lying on her box, terror unfurling in her belly as her friends looked at her quizzically wondering why she wasn't opening the package excitedly. She studied it, it was a simply white wrapping with a bright red bow tied around it, the writing on the card was a fluid cursive, and if Sakura wasn't so terrified she would have thought it was beautiful. She reached trembling fingers out and picked it up, taking a deep breath she untied the ribbon and watched as it fell to the desk. Replacing the box on the desk she removed the lid and fought the urge to vomit, she felt dizzy as she placed the lid on the desk next to the box. She stood quickly and had to lean heavily against the chair as she struggled to get away from the box in front of her.
She turned away from it and the prying stares of her classmates before whipping out the phone that Syaoran had given her and pressing the key to speed dial his cell phone. After a few rings there came a gruff, "Hello?"
"S-Syaoran. There's…It's a…" Unable to finish her sentence she took in deep gulps of air before whispering fiercely, "Please…come get me fast."
She heard a quick, "I'm on my way." And then the dial tone was all that reached her ears as she moved to the back wall of the class where she leaned heavily against it and slid to the ground, wrapping her arms around her knees, rocking back and forth. It was moment before any of the other students peered into the box that had so greatly upset their classmate and the first to do so promptly ran out of the room. The professor quickly asked the students to leave the classroom and wait in the hall until the proper authorities could be called, however when she tried to move the traumatized girl sitting in the back of the classroom she refused to budge. Giving up, the woman also excused herself from the room, leaving Sakura to herself and the quiet sobs being wracked from her little body.
It was a half hour that felt like an eternity before Syaoran arrived, her only clue being the quiet opening and closing of the door followed by the soft patter of footsteps. The halted briefly at what Sakura assumed was her desk with the box, still open, resting upon it. She heard a soft sigh before warm arms encircled her and she gave in, throwing her arms about Syaoran's neck and pressing her face into his warm solid chest, taking comfort from his powerful presence.
Syaoran had broken just about every traffic law in getting here, anxious and worried for his charge that he had so foolishly left alone. He told himself that this wouldn't happen again until this thing was over, regardless of the fact that she had classes to attend, she would not be let out of his sight even for a moment. He had parked his car awkwardly in front of the building and jumped out before his engine had fully died and raced up the steps into the front entryway. He didn't have to ask where the class was located for he saw the gathering of sick looking students outside of one of the doors. Not pausing to talk to the woman who was obviously the professor by the way she was dressed, he quietly opened the door and let himself inside.
The first thing he noticed was the box lying on the desk before his eyes found the desolate form of Sakura rocking back and forth against the back wall of the room. He quickly walked forward and peered at the contents of the box. Seeing the slimy looking form of a tongue he took note of how there was blood pooled about the removed appendage, indicated that it had been taken and immediately placed within the box. Telling himself that he would deal with that later he quickly moved to take the young girl into his arms, hoping to bring comfort to the shell-shocked girl.
If this had happened to him he would've been able to handle it, but for an innocent to be exposed to so much so quickly it definitely took its toll. When she loosened herself out of her personal ball and wrapped herself around him he made soft cooing noises, trying to get her to calm down, each sob that was torn from her lips was like a dagger to his heart. He wished he could take away her pain, her memory of this happening, but knowing he could not he simply offered the comfort that she so desperately needed.
When she finally stilled he looked down to see that she was sleeping soundly in his arms, smiling a little bit to himself, he said to her sleeping form, "Let's get you out of here." Standing he carried her out of the room and through the crowd of curious students and out of the front doors of the building. He opened the passenger side door of his car and placed her gently in the seat before strapping her in. He could make out the distinct flashing blue and red lights approaching from a distance and soon the police would be here to take care of the mess currently resting on the girl's desk.
Pulling one of the students milling about the front of the building aside he asked quickly, "Do you know Kinomoto Sakura?" At the kids nod he asked, "When the police are done with the room inside can you grab her stuff? I know she wouldn't want to lose it but I can't leave her here and we have to get going."
The tall and rather skinny girl replied toothily, "Sure, not a problem. When she wakes up tell her that Chiharu has her stuff, ok?" At Syaoran's nod she giggled and walked into the now crowded area, intent on her mission to get her friend's things from the busy classroom.
When the official looking cars pulled up and parked, Syaoran gave them a quick rundown of what they would find in the classroom. He hadn't gotten the full story out of the girl but he could deduce that she had been sent the package in the middle of lecture, and was unprepared for the "gift" she found inside. After exchanging information Syaoran quickly asked the bland looking uniformed officer to see if there were any DNA matches in the database for the tongue, and if so put out a missing persons listing for them. They would have another body turning up shortly if this crime boss stayed true to form.
After receiving a curt affirmative from the officer, Syaoran rounded his car and got in, intent on returning home and reevaluating ways to keep this girl safe. It seems that this time this boss wasn't playing around and was intent upon seeing Sakura break and break quickly. His grip on the steering wheel tightened, he had no way of knowing when they would send their next surprise and he could only hope that he would be prepared when it happened. Who knew what would happen next? He glanced across the car to the passenger seat and smiled softly, Sakura's head rested against the window where little streams of light played across her face giving her a soft childlike look. His heart gave another unexpected pang at seeing her so open and vulnerable in her exhausted sleep.
He wanted to know why he was suddenly so attached to this girl; they had spoken very little to each other outside of the situation that she was in and had only spent a few hours at the most in each other's company. She wasn't his usual type, where before he had preferred tall and built she was small and dainty, completely the opposite of what he should want. But he couldn't deny the surge of lust that ran through him every time he looked at her, every time he held her in his arms: which he had been doing a lot lately. He shook his head, now was not the time to be thinking about this, just like now was not the time to get a hardcore crush on somebody, especially when that person was someone that you're supposed to protect.
He would have to give Eriol a call and ask a few questions about the young woman next to him such as why she would be such a threat to this organization and why they were doing everything in their power to watch her squirm. He gritted his teeth and prayed that he would be able to take these bastards down and fast, before Sakura lost faith in humanity all together.
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The man dressed in the expensive looking pressed blue suit chuckled to himself, watching on the television placed before him the video of the attractive looking girl as she opened his latest gift. This was way too much fun, he hadn't been this into his work in a very long while; the unsuspecting victims he often abducted were too easy. Rewinding the tape once more he watched at the girl put the lid to the box down as if it were poison and then backing away from the desk, a look of terror on her face. Only this morning had he decided on a definite course of action for the girl, initially he had wanted to kill her but after seeing how she just wouldn't give up he had changed his mind. First, she had gone to the police when most girls would want to put the event behind them and pretend like it never happened. Second, instead of letting herself be swept away by the complicated system of the witness protection program run by the compromised and faulty police she had allowed her friends to get her a body guard, who surprisingly, was the one cop that he just couldn't shake.
Li Syaoran was a royal pain in his ass who refused to simply fall into every trap set for him and just die. The man growled angrily, several times the cop had come very close to finding out the man's identity and the only reason the man had come out unscathed was from the very fact that he had a snitch in the cop's department. It was only through this that he stayed one step ahead of the determined detective.
Turning his thoughts back to the emerald-eyed beauty that he was tormenting he grinned cruelly. Even after all that he had she still had the nerve to show her face at the university when most girls would hide in a hole and weep for hours on end. Oh this would be so much fun! Grinning he rewound the tape and watch the girl, this time focusing on her gorgeous body that he would soon sink his teeth into.
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Sakura stared at the ceiling in Syaoran's room, so lost in her thoughts that she didn't hear the hushed conversation that he was having with someone on the phone or the television as it was clicked on and the channels were changed. She didn't hear when Syaoran came in to check on her and didn't bother to respond when he asked if she was alright, clearly she was not. What a stupid question.
In the last hour or so her thoughts had made an abrupt turn, from scared and fearing for her life to pissed off and agitated. She had always been a gentle soul, one who cared and nurtured others so that they could see the beauty in themselves and those around them. Sure there were times when her temper got the better of her and she would shout or yell in frustration, but it had always been at something menial and unimportant. This was the first time she had ever felt true anger and hate towards another being.
She was tired of crying, tired of being scared, and most of all tired of relying on others to take care of her life for her. While she admitted, especially after the events that had transpired that day, that their worry and concern was warranted, she still couldn't help but feel frustrated and upset at how helpless she had let herself be perceived as. Nodding once to herself in the slowly darkening room she told herself that this would be no more, she would make her own decisions and refuse to be cowed by some stupid man who wanted to hurt the world.
Sitting up on the bed she wiped a hand across her tired face, she had been thinking for hours after returning from her class. She had awoken on the bed and had proceeded to cry silently to herself, mourning the pain that this man had inflicted upon other people just to scared her, just to make her live in fear. She would not let him win, she would not let those people deaths go unpunished, even if it was a small victory that only she would know about. She would still be scared, but her fear was gone and her resolve to live her life was strengthened.
Sliding off the bed and onto her feet she looked around the room before tugging on her top pulling it back down into place over her flat stomach and adjusting the jeans that had been tugged down in her tossing and turning. Taking a deep breath she strode to the door and opened it before entering the hallway and walking into the living room. Looking around she couldn't find Syaoran and shrugged to herself, unconcerned. Perching herself on the couch she decided she would wait until he decided to turn up instead of simply rummaging around his apartment.
After a few moments her stomach gave a loud grumble and she wished that he would hurry up and get out here, she was hungry. She had eaten very little at breakfast that morning and that was more than half the day ago leaving her starving and feeling like she wanted to eat a cow. Sighing and settling more comfortably into the couch she once again thought about simply ransacking his cupboards for food, rude or not.
She heard a door open and close down the hall, finally! Time for food! Moving to stand she glanced up and froze. There was Syaoran, completely oblivious to her presence, walking into the kitchen wearing nothing but a towel. Sakura gulped and tried not to stare as the kitchen was in her direct line of vision trying desperately to avert her gaze to anything else but no matter how hard she tried her vision was drawn like a magnet to his half-naked body. Giving up she studied him, and tried not to drool, taking in his wide-set shoulders and broad back that was slightly muscled and watching as the tendons and muscles bunched and contracted with every movement he made. He turned slightly and Sakura got a glimpse of a broad and toned chest that led down to washboard abs and, Sakura gulped again, a light dusting trail of hard that led from his navel to the towel that was wrapped low on his narrow hips.
His lightly tanned skin stood out against the white towel around his hips and before her thoughts could turn to something vulgar she cleared her throat, alerting him to her presence. Instead of a startled jump that she was expecting in reaction she received an even bigger view of his chest and a teasing smirk. He knew she was staring at him!
She stood quickly and crossed over into the kitchen, ready to scold him, "You know it's indecent to traipse around the house in nothing but a towel!" She looked at him pointedly, causing his grin to widen, "stop making fun of me!"
He laughed inwardly at the whiny pitch that her voice had taken. It was nice to see her actually speak and act somewhat normally for once, "It's my apartment, Sakura. I can traipse around it any way I like." Seeing her blush he couldn't help but tease her, taking a step towards her and crowding her space, he continued, "Besides, you weren't complaining while you were ogling me."
"I-I was not! More like glaring." Crossing her arms she stared at him and huffed, "You're arrogant!" He outright laughed at her attempt at an insult and she got even more indignant. "Will you stop making fun of me? I don't find it very funny! And get that smirk off of your face!" He continued to laugh at her finding it impossible to take her seriously when she was so much smaller than he, looking ruffled from sleep and almost kid like in her frustration.
He repeated himself, "It's my apartment, Sakura. I can smirk all I want, I live here." He watched as she stomped her foot, actually stomped her foot, as she fumed at him. He continued laughing to himself, finding it highly amusing when she was irritated, the flush that came over her cheeks was one of the most attractive things he had ever seen. "Unless you can make me stop smirking," he said it to tease, not expecting anything more than a quick retort from the innocent girl.
What he got however, was an armful of Sakura as she launched herself at him claiming his lips in a kiss. Surprised he wrapped his arms around her small form to steady them before responding passionately her ministrations. She wrapped her arms around his neck, threading her fingers in his thick chocolate hair before pressing herself firmly against him, feeling his built form against hers. He leant over to bring himself more comfortably to her height in order to deepen the kiss, tilting his head slightly he sought entrance to her mouth by tracing his tongue along the seam of her lips. After a second they opened hesitantly and he plunged his tongue into her warm mouth as he brought one of his hands up and tangled it in the hair at the nape of her neck.
Finding it uncomfortable to be bent over he used his other arm and grasped her tightly around her middle and lifted her, setting her gently on the counter next to them. Instinctively she parted her thighs so that Syaoran could stand between them and once again mold their bodies together as their tongues dueled for dominance. Finally giving in, Sakura let Syaoran take control of the kiss, pressing firmly against her, his one hand grasping her hair and the other tracing along her side, memorizing her form.
He wanted her, gods he wanted her, but not like this, not when she was under so much stress and pressure. He didn't know if she instigated this because she was looking for an outlet or because she actually wanted him. It would have to wait until this whole thing was over before he would allow himself to pursue anything more than this; kissing and groping her were as far as he was willing to go without knowing her true feelings in the matter. Sighing internally he pulled away, leaving small kisses to her bruised lips before resting his forehead against her own, eyes closed as he tried to calm his breathing.
She didn't seem deterred or put out by his sudden withdrawal and said cheekily, "So does this count as my first kiss, or the one last night?" She laughed outright at his startled expression as he pulled back to look her in the eye. Under his scrutiny, she fidgeted, "So what? It was my first kiss; I just want to know which one is the one that counts." Smiling innocently she pushed him gently away and hopped off the counter, "While you're busy thinking about that….FEED ME!"
As if on cue her stomach grumbled loudly as her face shifted into an adorable pout. Unable to resist Syaoran leaned in and placed a small chaste kiss on her lips before chuckling, "Let's go out. I don't feel like cooking and if we stay here all the time you're going to go stir crazy."
Seeing her eyes light up with childish enthusiasm he continued to chuckle to himself as she sprinted down the hall to change. Like he knew she would she came back out into the hall and was about to say something when he gestured to the inconspicuous looking bag lying on the outside of his bedroom door. Turning she looked inside finding the dark coal grey dress slacks and red silk dress top that he had had one of the officers pick up from her house earlier that day. She mouthed a quick 'thank you' before darting back into the room and closing the door loudly behind her.
Sighing to himself he waited for her to sprint across the hall and into the bathroom so that he could change. Pulling on dark black slacks and a forest green button up collared shirt he thought over where he should take her, thinking hard he didn't noticed as she peeked in the room to watch him get ready. The glimpses of tanned flesh too much for her to resist, especially after the moment they had just shared in the kitchen. Seeing that he was almost finished she quickly moved down the hallway back into the living room, determined not to be caught staring. Sitting on the couch she started to pull on the heels that had accompanied her clothes in the bag, waiting for him to make his way out of the room so they could leave.
She really shouldn't be this excited over something so trivial and common, but at this point it would feel nice to go out and act normally. While it would do nothing to solve her problems or even begin to put her life to rights again she couldn't help but feel that this little act of normalcy would do her a world of good. Smiling to herself, she greeted Syaoran as he made his way toward her, looking sexy as hell in his black pants and dark green shirt. She stood and he preceded her out the door, hopefully I won't make a fool of myself. She had butterflies zooming around in her stomach, unable to shake the feeling that this was some sort of unspoken date.
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Thank you all to my wonderful readers! You're amazing. Once again a thanks to my beta….who I swear is going to get kicked if he doesn't stop making fun of me! Hahah…I hope you enjoyed it! Have a lovely day/evening/night….^_^
From the Beta: Enjoy this shit. She made me do a lot of work on this one.