CH 4 Preparations
I watched as the hot, steaming hot water filled the tub. It was almost full so I stripped down. Put one foot in *ow* then the other *ooch * sit down *eek…ahhh *. I relaxed. *Hmm… Dr. Lecter, how come every time I think about you I hear Christina Agularia sing "All I want is you, you know you make me go crazy"? You confuse me. You terrify me. You excite me. You understand me. How come it seems as long as I am in the FBI my wings are clipped? *
You fly back to school now Little Starling. Fly, fly, fly.
I started to wash myself. The body scrub smelled good and felt great against my skin.
I hope you like the skin cream I had it specially made for you.
*NOOO… I don't want to think about you, I don't want to know you, I don't want you…
Or do I? Do I want to feel his breath on my neck his skin next to mine? What would that do to me? What would it do, if just his voice sends shivers up and down my spine? *
"This is so stupid." I whispered to myself. He doesn't want me. To him I am simply a mouse for him to swat around in his paws. I'm nothing to him. He doesn't even see me.
You look like a rube. A well-scrubbed hustling rube with a little taste. Good nutrition has given you the length of bone but your not more than one generation from poor wire trash are you Agent Starling?
No. I, Clarice Starling, is no better than a trailer trash whore. I am white scum. I am nothing without my foolish pride and my strung out hope. I am nothing more than a fly to be squashed. I am nothing. Maybe Paul Krendler was right… Nah. I wouldn't go that far. * My skin was red and pruning so after quickly shampooing my hair I got out. After toweling myself dry and putting some skin… lotion on I started to put on my outfit. My jade green gown gripped tightly to my curves and sprouted at the bottom. It was a halter top, just like the dress that Dr. Lecter got for her… but let's just say this one was more tasteful. The top made a U on her chest. I put a simple necklace that lay gently between my collarbones. My hair, that's easy. I put my long red hair in a french braid. I put little make-up on a dab here and dab there. And I put my all too familiar perfume Lu' Air De' Temps on. My arm grip held tight to my limb and it sparkled as most gold does. After slipping on my expensive shoes, I found my mask and placed it on my face. *Another mask Clarice? Tsk tsk. I don't think I am going to be wearing any more masks after tonight. Oh, Prince Charming where art thou? *
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Dr. Lecter observed himself in the mirror. He was pleased at his reflection. His disguise was doing nicely. He looked at least ten years younger with the use of hair dye and Rogaine. He slipped on his mask. Black leather with rubies. Hmm… and what will my Clarice look like? He wondered. Before leaving, he took a quick stroll around the house. After all, he didn't want the house messy, especially since he may have company tonight…