The cold water was supposed to force em awake, but I still felt drowsy and half asleep. That, until Persephone stomps into my bathroom, screaming like a banshee, tears rolling down her face, words slurred, arms flailing and fingers pointing at me.
For a brief moment, I don’t understand what is happening, so I don’t bother stepping out of the shower, but when she cusses at me and her body posture changes into a very cat like posture, something feels as if I am at fault for whatever happened.
She is still butt naked and if I did not feel self defensive, I might have taken advantage of that. Of her soft skin and already bruised hips that bore the marks of my hands, of her soft lips and her small mouth, of the round shapes breasts that filled my hand almost perfectly-
“You bastard!” She bar
