It must have just been a coincidence."She threw a look over her shoulder anyways. All she saw was snow falling, burying her footsteps.Zaritha hated th...e snow.She was a being of fire, haunting the deserts. This freezing water irked her. She stood in the falling snow, the delicate flakes flashing into steam right before touching her skin. The drift she stood in had melted, steam rising about her, exposing the green grassy verge beside the plowed road, her eyes fixed on the hotel room.It had been. I fell in love with Ben. He was so sweet and different. It was easy to start a romance with him because during Jake’s visit to Arizona his father became terribly ill. As a result, Jake stayed there with him to keep a close eye on him. I don’t know how Jake found out about the affair and I don’t know when he found out. All I know is that it’s all my fault. I never told Ben about Jake. According to his knowledge Jake doesn’t even exist. One fateful day though changed everything. We were in my. The tails fell to my mid-thigh. I grabbed the long, black skirt. I stepped into it as my mother called my name again. I hurriedly drew it up and tucked the tails of my blouse into it. The skirt zipped on my left side and fit snugly around my waist. I smoothed the fabric, my bare toes flexing. I grabbed my socks and pulled them on as fast as I could.“Heather Miller,” Mother cried for a third time, “why are you dawdling?”“Sorry, Mother!” I called back. I rushed to the door, my black hair swaying. She reached around with her long fingers and pulled the other knot, and the loincloth and the belt fell to the floor. She took in his manhood with her eyes. It stood upright, and curved noticeably upward. It was a good one, she decided, neither too large, nor too small for her needs. Indeed, she had found few were too large or small for her rather widely varied needs."Bathe with me." She said. "My front needs a good washing, as well." She purred. Her eyes followed him as he walked nervously.