What had her mistake cost her? Light years above and parsecs beyond everything else she suffered it had cost Sara the love and esteem of the infinitely desirable and splendidly fun-loving Mistress Shanna. It had cost her the paradisiacal bliss of sleeping in her arms, secure in the wondrously comforting and limitlessly fulfilling knowledge that the most perfect person ever loved her just as much as she did her and always would. In place of this she had the spittle of her beloved’s contempt adhering to her face wherever her tears couldn’t wash it clean.
Languishing brokenheartedly in this devastating soul-sickness, Sara swore to both herself and her estranged Mistress that she would move heaven and Earth and barter her very soul if necessary to get those inexpressibly precious things back
