For the millionth time that day, Shanaya entered Zeenia's mind. Shanaya, waiting for her at the top of the stairs, Shanaya undressing and silently asking Zeenia to f**k her, Shanaya and her coy questions, Shanaya, and her interesting lifestyle, Shanaya staring at Zeenia in horror before running away. That last thought made Zeenia really sad and worried.
"Isn't there someone that you want to be with?" Rose asked her.
Zeenia discarded her cigarette in the ashtray. Before she knew it, her mouth opened, and out came slowly, but bitterly details about the twenty-year-old Shanaya, currently yanking her libido and her emotions around. Rose lay on her arm once again, her face rapt in attention.
"...And then she took off scurrying as if I had insulted her at some point." Zeenia pursed her lips.
