Rachel approached my trembling body and traced a finger down from my cheek to my neck, setting her hand on my shoulder as it moved down. She leaned in... to me and we kissed, the intoxicating taste of cherry lip balm once again capturing my attention. She must have worn it over her lipstick. "Untie me Rachel." I begged her softly. Her tongue touched mine as she slipped it in my open mouth. I made out with her tongue for a while, until she pulled away and gazed into my eyes. "Not tonight baby." she. There was no way around it. They were all the same anyway–people were distractions or tools. Except, of course, the man she had met in the train. When all of the other faces faded away, she would remember his, with that smug grin, as though he was the best, and he could have whatever he wanted. His face made her angry. Her gaze was lost in the mirror. She had so many rude things to say to him. So many ways to torture and embarrass him. In her head, she replayed the events of their single. Ab maine uski panty utar di or uski pink chut ko paglo ki tarah chatne lga jldi hi wo jhad gye n maine uske panti se uski gulabi chut ko saaf kiya n phr usne mere sare kapde utar diye or mere 8 inch dick ko pkad ke sehlane lgi or meney usa bola ki ise mouth maid al ke suck kre pr wo mna krne lgi or mai usse apna lund chuswana cahta tha to mai bola ki mere dick ko kiss kre usne kiss kiya or mna krne lgi phr maine ussr honey mangwaya or apne dick kr lga diya or wo phr suck krne ko man Gye lund ko. Horribly, the distressed blonde realized that she couldn't even go to Giuliano. No, she would have to be perfect for him. Never would she let him see her upset or disturbed. And with this realization, she knew that he was not really her friend. No, if he were then she could go to him anytime at all. Giuliano was just a surface relationship, as surface and two-dimensional as the photographs he would take of her.She began to cry again as Morgan let her free to sit up and begin removing his.