Thank you for beta'ing, MsSchneeheide!

"You know Boo, the Indigo Club bouncer?" Flaca asks as she and Maritza walk into her apartment and remove their coats.

"Mm-hm?"

"She told me to show her my boobs...she thought I was twenty-one, or maybe at least eighteen, but it was gross!"

"Eeew!" Maritza wrinkles her nose. "I guess it's not too bad 'cause she doesn't know you're underage, but still...fucking disgusting. Did she force you to take off your top or whatever?"

"Nah." Flaca shakes her head. "She just makes weird comments about younger women's bodies, apparently."

"Oh, well that's good."

Flaca leads Maritza to her bedroom and flashes her bright pink lacy underwear. Just a glimpse of them is enough to get Maritza excited; she wants to see what else Flaca is hiding beneath her outfit. Being sexually intimate with Flaca has always been a dream of hers. She can hardly wait to make it a reality. "Yo, let's do foreplay first, okay? That always gets me in the mood."

"You really want to?"

"¡Sí, por supuesto!" Flaca confirms with a beam. "Come here, reina." She lays on her bed and pats the spot beside her. She turns on romantic Latin music. Maritza joins her and they cuddle. Flaca caresses her hip as they begin to make out, and Maritza hums with budding pleasure.

Yes, of course!

With her heart pounding, she runs her sweaty palm up and down Flaca's arm, then rubs the taller girl's butt. She nibbles on Flaca's bottom lip gently and soothes the tiny bite with a lick. "Hueles a cielo, baby..."

You smell like heaven

"Oh..." Flaca giggles as she threads her fingers through Maritza's hair. "Gracias, mi amor, and your skin is so soft..."

"So is yours, hermosa." Maritza inches herself higher so their faces are more level, and then she ghosts her lips along Flaca's ample cleavage while squeezing her girlfriend's breasts that are covered by her cotton dress. She smirks at Flaca's erratic breathing and feels a huge sense of desire down below. Flaca tenses and then lets out quick, uneven exhales as her hand freezes on Maritza's waist. "Oye, ¿todavía te parece bien? You wanna keep goin'?" Maritza checks.

Hey, is this okay with you still?

Flaca nods vigorously. "No pares, you give me better foreplay than Ian ever did..." She trails kisses across Maritza's lips, her cheeks, then down her jaw and neck, sucking gently. The tiny, loving pecks continue over her shoulder, and then Flaca presses her mouth to Maritza's forearm, wrist, and hand. She gasps and lets out a few lust-filled sounds as Flaca's lips touch her skin. It's so soft, completely the opposite of what she's used to, which is rough, fast rape. Flaca's delicate with her, just like Darius was. "Let's just kinda go slow and explore each other!"

Don't stop

"Okay..."

Flaca rolls slightly on top of Maritza and runs her fingers across the other girl's torso. She's still holding herself steady above Maritza as they lock eyes and beam with unrestrained giddiness. "I ain't a virgin...but I am one with you. So, lo siento if you're better at being sensual than I am."

"Nah, I've never been sensual with a chick before," Maritza informs her.

"Really? You gave me one of those silent orgasms..."

Maritza chuckles. "That's great! I just hope we can find each other's G spots."

"I'm sure we can." Flaca tucks a few strands of Maritza's hair behind her ear and continues gazing at her like she's a moon goddess. "Ay dios mío, you're so beautiful..."

"Tú también lo eres, mi belleza gótica..." Maritza reaches up and cups Flaca's cheeks, stroking them with her thumbs.

You are too, my goth beauty.

"Muchas gracias, chiquita. ¿Podemos quitarnos los vestidos la una a la otra ahora?"

Can we take each other's dresses off now?

"Sure!" Maritza flips onto her stomach and rests her forehead on her folded arms. "Go ahead." She has to remind herself that there's no dick ramming into her at all, that Flaca is extremely considerate of her.

As Flaca unties the bow on the back of Maritza's neck and lowers the zipper, she inhales sharply. "Do these hurt to touch?"

Maritza gulps, knowing the wounds she's referring to. "Not anymore." Her eyes soon fill with tears as she feels Flaca's feather-light kisses to every one of her scars in that area. "They healed a while ago...I just about got raped out there, but don't worry, I kicked his ass," she mumbles.

"I'm so sorry you went through that, but I'm relieved that you survived!"

"Same here, babe...gracias."

"De nada."

"I love you," Maritza tells her. "I know it's a little early to say it, but...I've felt like that since Spin the Bottle in December."

Flaca grins so wide that the corners of her mouth almost reach her dimples. "Te amo mucho, mi vida," she murmurs.

Moments later, Maritza peels off Flaca's clothes so they're both in their undergarments. Their legs tangle and they hug tightly while tracing one another's skin with their fingertips. Flaca's bra matches her panties exactly, while Maritza is wearing a strapless black bodice and a red thong.

"Wow..." Maritza whispers, unable to take her eyes off Flaca.

"¡Vaya, usted misma!" Flaca murmurs. She wolf-whistles and they laugh in harmony, the heat between them rising. "You little hottie!"

wow, yourself!

"It's never changed! You're super sexy, too."

Goosebumps erupt whenever they touch and there's such a deep sense of belonging and of being close, so close that they want to devour and be devoured. They're moaning as they kiss passionately, their fingers entwined in each other's hair, they let go and make love with abandon.

"Yo, my birthday was the sixth, we all gotta celebrate!" Alison teasingly reminds them as they leave the theater. "We should go bowling, like I did with Hassan, Sahar, and the Noodle for her third birthday." She wears a yellow hijab with a gold patterned design and a white polka dot cardigan over a red dress.

"Oh, shabammy, I'm gonna win again!" Hassan chuckles.

Alison nudges him playfully. "Shut up, man! You're such a dork!" She rolls her eyes.

"Aw, your little princess, I bet she enjoyed herself!" Sonya gushes.

"She did, but I'd rather call her smart, beautiful, and strong...I didn't even want a princess on Farah's white cake. I still don't. She loves bowling, she wore this pretty white shirt with a pink, purple, and blue striped heart in the middle, she picked it herself!"

They all smile at this.

"I baked my famous brownies!" Alison takes out a bag of them from her purse and passes them around.

"They look delicious!" Gloria compliments her. Everyone starts eating their treats and verbally agreeing.

"Mmm!" Karla moans with delight after biting into one.

"I'm glad you're enjoying 'em!"

"My wife, the amazing cook!" Hassan looks at Alison proudly after licking his fingers semi-clean.

"Thank you, my husband." She beams with appreciation.

"You're welcome! I'll go wash up." He gives her temple a kiss and then heads for the men's room.

"I make these for our little Farah and her friends at sleepovers all the time! They die and go to heaven every time dessert comes around. Same with my niece Janae, when she and her crew swing by!"

"I bet!" Theresa says, bumping her fist against Alison's.

"Speaking of the sister wife, where is she?" Lida whispers. "I thought you don't wanna be exclusive."

"It's bad enough that she slept in our bed," Alison responds just as quietly. "We only brought her in as a second wife since most of our former college friends were into polygamy, and I work so much...but I'm tired of putting salaam in boxes, I think I should be a track coach since I timed Janae once. I dunno...we'll see. I had a talk with Hassan about Sahar...he broke things off with her, but we're still friends!"

"Excellent!"

"Let's get fried fish at the American Dream Diner!" Hassan announces when he exits the restroom.

"Yeah!" Vasily, Yuri, and Ilya concur. Fahri and Ramón high-five.

"That's not healthy! Grilled is better," Alison insists. She pats Hassan's cheek. "Why don't you trim your beard? It feels a bit scratchy."

"What are you, my mother? I'm getting fries, too! Honey, it's Valentine's Day..."

"I'm just lookin' out for you!"

The rest of the women exchange amused looks at their silly bantering. "Hey, at least she didn't hit you with a bag of coins," Vasily mutters. His black eye is fading.

"You come into our house drunk at half past three in the morning and make me worry to death, yeah I had a right to be upset!" Lida protests.

"Guys, let's calm down! This day is supposed to be romantic!" Ramón tells them. He glances between Lida and Vasily, appearing to be concerned along with everyone else. "I hope you got couples' counseling..."

"We did, he's now in AA," Lida states.

"One month sober and counting!" Vasily says.

"Awesome!" Yuri comments. The others give him a thumbs-up.

"How'd it go, Elenita?"

She glances up at Gloria and Fahri from the couch and then stands. "Oh, Mami, we had a wonderful time tearin' up the dance floor and just chillin' together!" she gushes. "He's soooo sweet!"

Gloria beams at her and envelops her in a hug, extremely pleased for her daughter. "How fantastic!"

When they release each other, Fahri holds his hand out for a low-five and Elena slaps his palm. "Awesome! I'm happy you had fun."

"Me too!" She claps and twirls around. "Elena Ruiz...that'll be my married name! I can't wait! Yeee!" She skips back to where she was sitting. "I think we're officially dating...he gave me my first kiss!"

"Aaah, so exciting!" Gloria chuckles.

"Yeah, congratulations!" Fahri says. He turns to Gloria, still grinning. "If they're still together in a couple months, maybe we could go on a double date?" he whispers.

"You've always been family to me, so why not?"

"He's gonna take me somewhere...either the city or the movies, probably on Saturday!"

"Oh, okay, sweet!" Fahri comments.

Gloria looks in the direction of Ceci's closed bedroom door and smiles as she hears the strumming of her oldest daughter's guitar. "Cool! I'll go check up on your sister." She diverts her attention back to Fahri. He bends down and she stands up on her tiptoes so they can kiss. Something stirs deep inside of her and she keeps beaming. "Good night, babe."

"Night, honey! Sweet dreams!"

"Muchas gracias, you too!"

With a grin, Fahri salutes Elena, who returns the gesture, and then after another long, lingering lip-lock, he leaves. "Aw, you guys are cute together," Elena states.

"Thank you, Ellie." Gloria drops a kiss to the top of Elena's head and then goes to where Ceci is. She knocks and the music stops playing.

"Qué, I'm composing a song..." Ceci mutters before opening the door.

"That was beautiful, nena, buen trabajo," Gloria compliments her. "May I come in?"

"Gracias." Ceci gestures silently. "You can join me, sure. Where are the boys?" She closes the door after Gloria walks through it.

Gloria takes a seat in Ceci's swivel chair as the girl sprawls out on her bed. "They're with Tía Lourdes. I'm sleepin' over here tonight...I wanted to help your abuela and be there for you girls in case you were feeling sad and lonely because you're single on Valentine's Day, or Elena got her heart broken...or both."

"Nah, I'm good." Ceci cracks a smile and chuckles as she sits up and leans back on her hands. "Ellie, too. I'm really happy for her!"

"Same here! It's not often that a crush likes you back."

"Sí, but it's a miracle when they do."

"What did you and Katie do together, besides watching the sun go down?"

Ceci sighs, appearing almost giddy now as her cheeks take on a pink hue. "Eh, you know, the usual. Chick flick, junk food...it was some nice quality time. I usually don't spend moments alone with just one other friend." Something in her expression tells Gloria that she's not saying the entire truth. Her eyes flicker down to her lap for a second, but then she meets Gloria's gaze again.

"Uh-huh," Gloria murmurs, looking around Ceci's walls that are covered in posters of mainly all-girl bands and female actresses and singers.

"What?" she practically snaps.

"Nothin', just...sounds like you had a great evening with Katie! Maybe we can all catch a movie or something."

"Sure..."

Gloria tries a different approach. "I'm your mother. You can come to me for anything."

Ceci's hard expression turns soft. "¿Puedo?"

I can?

"Sí."

"You wouldn't mind if we...um...if I...I'm a lesbian?" Ceci's voice is quiet and timid as she stares down, fidgeting with her slightly quivering hands.

"No, not at all!" Gloria assures her. She heads over to sit beside her daughter.

"Good...because I am. I'm into other chicks."

She gasps as her heart skips a beat, and then she's filled with happiness all over again. This is something that she's known for a while. She's had the feeling ever since Ceci became interested in same-sex relationships onscreen. "Mira, I love you, and whoever you date is lucky to have you by her side. All I care about is that you're treated with kindness and respect."

Ceci lets out a relieved chuckle and her eyes glisten with unshed tears. She gulps, blinking rapidly. "Muchas gracias for accepting me..."

"Why wouldn't I?" She gives Ceci a side hug, which the girl returns. "Tu eres mi hija."

You're my daughter.

"My heart's hammering real bad right now...but I shouldn't have been so scared to tell you, 'cause Abuela y Tía Lourdes are seeing women..."

"It's okay, honey," Gloria assures her warmly, stroking her hair and pecking her cheek. "Sharing something so big can be difficult. I'm glad you felt comfortable enough to come out to me."

She seems to relax slightly in Gloria's embrace. "Yo también. Well...Katie y yo somos novias ahora. Le dije que era lesbiana y nos besamos y bailamos...¡y estamos probando esto para ver a dónde va!"

Katie and I are girlfriends now. I told her I was a lesbian and we kissed and danced...and we're testing this to see where it goes!

"Yay!" Gloria cheers. "I'm happy for you girls!"

Ceci beams. "I'm amazed by your support."

Gloria just smiles back at her.

"Do I look like a Lolita to you?" Maritza wonders aloud as she cuddles with Flaca, both of them now fully clothed. They've gotten dressed and opened the door part way since Theresa has just called Flaca to let her daughter know that she's on her way home. Plus, Blanca and Diablo have already picked up Raiza and Laronne, and now they're coming for Maritza.

"You mean Salma's character in Living it Up?"

"No, not Lola. Lolita, like the twelve year old girl who was groomed by that pedophile…"

Flaca wrinkles her nose and shakes her head. "Ew, no, you don't. That wasn't her fault, "¿sabes?"

"Sí, duh! Anyway, gracias." Maritza smiles.

"De nada. Why'd you ask?"

"No reason. I just don't wanna have scumbag creeps thinkin' I'm older than my age."

"I get it."

"I had an amazing time with you tonight, Flaca." She holds the taller girl's hands.

"Me too, I really had a blast!"

They giggle together and then kiss.

"Muchas gracias, mi Diablo...for giving me the best Valentine's Day I ever had," Blanca murmurs, snuggling into him under the bedsheets as he holds her in his protective, burly arms. They've already hugged and kissed their respective children good night and then the five of them shared a group embrace.

"De nada, it's my duty as your man to make sure you're adored and treasured every single day," he tells her sincerely while staring deep into her eyes. He caresses her hair and gently presses his lips to hers. "I'm so enchanted by you..."

"I feel like Isabel in Fools Rush In," she says, beaming. "En amor contigo. I know it's only been four months of us dating, but it's true."

In love with you.

"Blanca, my beautiful dove, I've been dreaming of this moment for way too many years...I'm in love with you, too!"

She chuckles. "You really crushed on me at first sight?"

"I did...what can I say, mi reina, you fully drew me in with that cute smile of yours. I was intrigued the minute you rolled in. How we could make each other laugh when we were both in pain...that was amazing!"

"Sí...Dean never made me giggle that often...even in the early days. He wasn't much of a talker...just a...a doer. Whatever he said was either abusive or grooming...only I had no idea what that second one was at the time."

"Lo siento mucho, querida," Diablo says mournfully, rubbing her back in slow circles. "You're a fucking badass, you know that, right?"

Blanca smiles at her boyfriend's statement. "Gracias."

"¡Me alegro de hacerte feliz! That's all I wanna do."

I'm glad I make you happy!

She nods against him. "You're so good to me, baby. Más de lo que merezco..."

More than I deserve...

"Sweetheart, you deserve the world, I swear!" he assures her, making her melt again.

"Gracias, but no, I don't," she mumbles, and his brow creases in concern. "I'm a mess. Todavía no puedo creer que nunca te hayas olvidado de mí después de dieciséis años."

I still can't believe you never forgot about me after sixteen years.

"How could I have? You're a timeless beauty and you were the first chica to really capture my heart when I was a teen! I could never hold onto a girlfriend for longer than a few weeks, because I was distracted, thinking about you. I thought I could eventually fall in love with Keighlyn, but I never did. I always loved you unconditionally. She could tell."

"I didn't even split up with Dean before he turned abusive...and I dunno why! When I started liking you, finding you more interesting than him, would've been the perfect time! I think he could see it, too...that's why he forbade you from going near me. I missed you so much at my quinces. I couldn't figure out how to break things off with him...I doubted he'd turn violent about it at the time, but I guess I didn't wanna hurt him just because I was into someone else. In fact, I was praying that he'd leave me the minute I told him I was pregnant, or at least just help me with the kid if we broke up. Lo amaba, pero no lo suficiente. Se sentía como si estuviera liderando la relación, porque lo estaba. Tuve mi primer sueño sobre ti y yo estando juntos y bailando en el baile de graduación o algo así, después de que Dean y yo les dijimos a mis padres que estaba embarazada. Parecía más fácil llevarse bien con usted...todavía lo es."

I loved him, but not enough. It felt like he was leading the relationship, because he was. I had my first dream about you and I being together and dancing at the prom or something, after Dean and I told my parents I was pregnant. You seemed easier to get along with...you still are.

"You're easy to love, too, it's not your fault that he was such an asshole! I really regret not punching him in your defense...I could've done it so easily, too. He's a scrawny prick." Diablo gives Blanca a tender look and her face softens.

"Lo sé, but he had connections, and you didn't know for sure whether or not he abused me...anyway, you and I are together now! We're like the Hispanic Rosalie and Emmett from Twilight. Lo he estado leyendo últimamente y viendo las conexiones. Like, how he's big and muscular and she's got a dark past and they just really adore each other."

I've been reading it lately and seeing the connections.

"¡Oh, eso es interesante!"

Oh, that's interesting!

"Mm-hm...well, buenas noches, te amo, handsome!"

"Y también te amo, have the most pleasant dreams, ¡mi corazón!" Diablo covers Blanca with the comforter and kisses her lips tenderly. Her eyes are already closing.

The following day at Red's Russian Market, Lorna and Vincent Muccio-Gino's big brother-recount how they met. Blanca, her boss, and coworkers listen with interest.

"Can you believe we first went out on Valentine's Day?" Lorna gushes, and then squeals as Vincent kisses her cheek while holding her. "So, lemme start from the beginning. A couple weeks ago at a dive bar, Nolan's, me and this idiot Tony were on a double date with my sister Franny and her boyfriend Jack. I watched Franny take a pool shot. She didn't get it in, so I teased her for it and Franny said I just talked bullshit. I corrected her and told her I'm real good at blowjobs, and Jack, Franny's boyfriend, joked that he liked me more. As I lined up my shot, a man bumped into me, I turned to a couple holding hands. He was with a woman and they were holding champagne. He was wearing a sweater and had a crew-cut hairstyle. The lady showed off her engagement ring, they got engaged on their third year anniversary, and first hooked up at Nolan's...I told Tone that it was romantic, but he didn't give a damn! I wanted to hear about their proposal instead of playing a game of pool with this lame-ass loser. Love is a very important subject for me, and if a guy ain't into that, like my Vinnie is, he's not the one!"

"She told me all about it, these strangers proposed at the Pelican Hotel on Sands Point, on a roof deck overlooking the ocean, they took a long walk down the beach and the guy was going to ask her there, but then there was too much seaweed on the shore...the timing was right, though, 'cause the sun was setting just as he asked, they plan to get married next June on that same rooftop." Vinnie continues. "I would wanna be with Lorna forever if everything worked out!"

Blanca, Shani, Gloria, Red, and Aleida exchange puzzled glances, and then shrug. It sounds like Lorna has found her perfect match.

"Oh, don't worry, honey, it will! You're so much better than that dimwit Christopher." Lorna giggles while patting her new man's hand. "I was just like...wow, I want this kinda thing! It was then my turn for pool, but I coulda cared less. The newly engaged couple kissed lovingly! I had my eyes on 'em all night. Later, me and Tony stumbled out of Nolan's Dive Bar. My sister and her boyfriend left already, but Tony said I was taking too long and he wanted to get me home, but I insisted on walkin'...he started givin' me all these insults when I turned him down...the only thing he wanted was a good fuck, but that ain't gonna happen! He put down my pool-playing skills and called me a cock-tease. Then, he scoffed and climbed behind the wheel of his stupid car. I slung my bag over my shoulder and waved dismissively, striding off down the sidewalk, tottering on glittery high heels as Tony drove away with a screech of tires."

"What a jerk!" Gloria mutters. "That pair sounded lovely."

"They were!" Lorna chirps. "Like most of you and your boyfriends!" She points to Shani. "I hope you find your special someone, too."

Shani beams. "I already have."

"I saw Lorna at the Pelican Hotel, wearing a ponytail with her cute bangs and small gold hoops...she had on this long white and gray fur jacket over a royal blue shirt with a gold flower design and a jeans skirt. She was sitting on the rooftop overlooking the ocean. The manager stepped over to her and she was on an L-shaped couch. They were about to have a private party there...she nodded numbly and rose, claiming she had a room at the hotel, but she didn't know where she was, she misplaced her key, and that's when I had to step in and help," Vinnie explains. "I introduced myself and she told me her name."

"Looking down, I saw that I was now wearing sneakers, not glittery high heels, Vinnie offered his phone for me to use so I could call someone, but I said no and asked for the restroom. The manager pointed to where it was. In the bathroom, I washed my fingers in the sink, then cupped some water, lifted it to my mouth and drank. I raised my head and then stared at my reflection in one of the many round mirrors. I spotted some red marks on the collar of my fur jacket. Opening my jacket, I saw bloodstains on the interior collar of my blouse below."

"¡Ay dios mío!" Blanca exclaims, sharing a horrified look with the others. "Qué..."

"I stretched the top of my shirt open and rubbed my bloody cleavage under my necklace, and my brow furrowed. Glancing down, I ran my fingers over my chest, then looked back at my reflection. I pulled the fur jacket tightly closed again and turned around, only to catch sight of myself in another mirror," Lorna goes on. "Sniffling and gasping, my eyes glistening, I left the bathroom. Vinnie was waiting for me the whole time...it was so sweet!"

"Oh, wow, are you okay, though?" Red asks, concerned.

"Of course I am! All I can actually recollect from my memory bank, is how Vinnie came into my world." Lorna wears a dreamy smile. "Honestly, I probably scraped myself on something. I did feel a huge pain in my chest..."

"Yeah...I asked her what happened, and she said she had no clue, but she needed to get her stuff back from this store called Uns Und. She stared upward, looked at a receipt in her hand and then down toward her sneakers that she bought. She asked me to take her there, so I did. She checked her receipt and peered up again, studying the sign of a sporting goods store that she'd gotten the shoes from. A dark haired young man passed her shoulder bag to a blonde guy, who handed it over to Lorna, who looked at a broken high-heeled shoe. She left her purse there, all her money was in her wallet...she found her Nokia cell phone, which displayed twelve missed calls from Franny. Poor woman, she was so worried! Placing a call, Lorna turned away from the sales clerks. She headed out and I followed her, but not before I heard the blonde guy whisper not-so-discreetly to his friend, that they could've taken a fifty. I almost punched him, but I didn't want to lose sight of Lorna...when Franny came to get her, she thanked me for watching out for her and then me and Lorna exchanged phone numbers."

"Later, I sat with one heel up on Franny's dashboard, my dirty foot showing through holes, one in the soles of my black tights. Franny slid in next to me behind the wheel, wearing a blue ponytail. She thought I was dead in a ditch. Tears welled up in my eyes...I couldn't remember a thing or how I walked fifteen miles away from home...I shuddered, but then smiled, my mind on Vinnie, the sensitive, strong gentleman who saved me from being on a missing persons poster. He really protected me! I love guys who wear gold chain necklaces..."

"Awww..." the women say in unison, patting their hearts.

Lorna turns back to her new boyfriend and leans in close to him as the women behind the counter get back to work. "My nonno talked all about squeezin' me 'til the cherry juice came out."

"What a freak!" Vinnie comments. "I ain't too surprised, though, every single Italian grandparent out there is a creep...too much kissing and cheek pinching!"

"All men are like that, though." Lorna's smile fades and desperation crosses her face. "Christopher bein' one of 'em...he's sending me gross shit, writing me dirty notes..."

Vinnie leans closer and his face hardens. "I'll grab some friends and beat him up for ya!"

"That's my man."

He holds her gaze and she grins at him again. "Anything for you, my beautiful lady."

"Their flirting is giving me cavities from how sweet it is," Aleida murmurs as Red and her employees move into the backroom. "I guess la loca's officially done with Christopher..."

"Thank goodness," Red whispers.

"She was starting to get on my nerves about him," Gloria states.

Shani and Blanca look at each other, confused. "You're calling her crazy for being stalked?" Shani asks.

"The last time we spoke, she pissed me off, but then she apologized...and now with that story she and Vinnie told us, it seems like she was just really drunk," Blanca points out.

"Por favor, that gringuita is obsessed con el amor and she was with Christopher, too, until she broke into his house, took a bath in his tub in the afternoon, almost escaped, and then got busted...he yelled at her that he was with Angela, and I guess it snapped her out of bein' into that cardboard cutout," Aleida clarifies. "She felt heartbroken and I guess now, wants revenge."

"She needs therapy and antipsychotic medicine more than anything," Red mutters.

"Yeah," the others agree.

Thank you for reading and reviewing, Juliette45 and MsSchneeheide!