Jenna cackled nervously, her lips quivering a bit, then she proceeded to reach her hands behind her and unclasp her bra.
Nevertheless, the reflection in the mirror was horrific to say the least. It made Jenna cry to see the presence of contusions and the prominence of wounds, but it also made her sob knowing that for the longest time she had ignored this pivotal time of her life during which she realized the true nature of humanity.
A hand rested on her shoulder and for a moment she hurled herself in to a panic attack and felt her heartbeat racing more and more, but she looked at the reflection and saw that it was only Shana. "What are you doing here?" She snarled. "Didn't I tell you to leave?"
"I know, Jenna, it's just that I want you to know something," Shana continued.
Jenna stared out in to the vast unknown of her significant other's eyes and she felt her empathy but she did not want to accept it.
"I love you very much, Jenna;" Shana continued. "And I want you to know that I would give you anything you want."
She stared in to the mirror and for a moment she felt a connection with this long lost significant other of hers but it diminished just as fast as it had appeared.
It seemed that Shana sensed Jenna's reawakening because she slammed her hand down on the dresser and startled Jenna in to tears.
Alison sat on a wooded chair with a brazen smile on her face as she curled her hair and looked at her grandeur reflection in the mirror. Her face changed from cheerful to sly in less than a moment when Toby appeared from behind her. "Looks like you've finally came to your senses. What changed you?"
"Nothing." Toby gulped, clenching his fist. "Nothing changed me. I am the way I am."
She looked at herself in the mirror and sighed, continuing to curl her hair with a sly grin on her face. "Aw, that's too bad, Toby."
Toby could not control his anger. He had had enough of Ali's witless ways. He couldn't stand the way she acted, the way she talked, even the way she looked.
"Don't even think about it." Alison's face went from sly to murderous in less than a second. "Lay one hand on me and you're dead meat. Got me?"
At first there was a look of defiance between the two then it had seemed like they had reached a mutual agreement.