"You really think so?" Abby asked."Definitely. You're really into each other, its cool."Abby leaned closer to Izzy and spoke just above whispers, as i...f I weren't there. "What did you like?" "You totally own him. It's like he's your toy. That's so hot." Abby giggled. "Remember how I told you he'd been my slave that one day?"Izzy giggled. She looked over at me. "Did she really make her kiss her butthole?" Yep." Both girls giggled again. "You should totally make him do it again," Izzy said to. I need to talk.”I nodded and got in the passenger seat. We were silent as he drove out to a parking lot far away from our neighbourhood.“I’m going,” he said when we stopped.“Going where?”“Toronto.”“Why?”“Too dangerous around here with Luke gunning for me,” he explained.“I’m not exactly out of his sights,” I pointed out.“You’ll be fine,” Eric said with a shrug, “Luke’s pissed at you for stopping him but it won’t last and he’s not likely to hunt you down. Me, on the other hand, he sees as a. .I'm going to die. I'm sure of that. The bitch is slowly torturing me to death. I don't want to die at all, but if this goes on for much longer I'll probably look forward to it. She's found some new way to torture me, a really perfect way. If I'd have any strength left for unnecessary feelings or thoughts I would admire the woman for her ingeniousity. She should apply for a job with the CIA, they could certainly use her knowledge.But I have no strength left. I thought that was already the case. " That's okay," Chloe shrugs, giving me a kiss before sliding out of bedand putting her bra and panties back on. "You just lay back and leaveeverything to me until you get your strength back." Umm, you really don't need to do that?" I say. "I mean, you ARE a guestin my flat, and-" And no more words," Chloe interrupts, silencing me with a gentle kiss."It really is the least I can do. You've put up with enough shit in thelast few months to last most people a lifetime. Not to mentioneverything you.