But when I open my eyes the only thing that greets me is empty darkness. I sort of feel like my own thoughts are fabricating the images though, due to... being able to see myself in them as if through someone else’s eyes. Is this my mind trying to fill in the missing pieces that it can’t see? Trying to rationalize what is happening so that it knows how to respond?The hardened footsteps move closer causing me to close my eyes quickly again. The images play of a man grabbing my hair and dragging me. "Mmm, well I'm glad that you followed her, but I think it's time we return the favour."Dana disentangled herself from Keeley and looked down at Gina. Grinning mischievously, she helped the Bride get up and held out her hand to help Gina. "Now it's your turn to sit on the bed, Gina Clyde," she ordered."Oh finally," Gina giggled and pushed the skirt of her dress up and sat down on the bed, her legs spread wide and waited. "What now?" she cast a questioning look at Dana then to Keeley then back to. Accidentally her arm brushed the front of his jeans. Her eyes widened, "I'm sorry Alex I didn't mean to." Her face flamed and she looked down. He tried fixing the front of his jeans to hide his hard on but it was too late, the damage was done. She now knew what affect she had on him. He cleared his throat loudly, pulling her attention away from the front of his jeans. "Its fine sis," his voice was hoarse and he looked away. She looked at him and slowly, she turned his face to hers and kissed. Chelsea swung her legs out from under her and Rose sat in her lap. After a deep wet kiss, Rose looked into Chelsea’s eyes. ‘So this guy gets you wet?’ ‘Yeah,’ she smiled, ‘but I’m not going to let him know it.’ Rose kissed her again. ‘I can live with that arrangement,’ the taller woman sighed back at her lover. In a way she was jealous about this guy, but in a way she was happy for Chelsea’s sake to see her really happy with another person. If he hurt her she’d gut him and leave him to die in.