mirroring her oft-repeated liasons with F. But this time... Ros felt a tear spill from her cheek she wiped it away and hurredly made a beeline for the door
He walked through the door, somewhat startled when she pulled him forwards/back by the collar of his shirt and tossed him on carpet, for a second time
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Not that he was complaining any.
If she cared that her plaything would shortly no longer be in the realm of the living, she did not show any other signs of it, opting instead to take her pleasure while it still existed.