Thirty five

Weruche was scared, filled with emotions she couldn't name, her body reacting in ways she couldn't understand. Why did only the mention of the name KarIs send her heart racing and start a fire in the pit of her stomach, stirring feelings she had never felt before.

Her brother had called her a whore when she had looked twice at another teenager when she herself had been a teenager. She had felt angry then and rightfully so, it had given her the self determination to beat her brother's white room torture. Now she wasn't so sure, was this what it meant to be a woman of low morals - to want the body of a man on top of her's, doing things to her that no one had done before, a man who dispised her.

In her minds eye, she saw him. The way he had been at the party the focus in his gaze, the rhythm in his moves. He had obviously not needed to stay focused in order to be the center of attraction in the room, even a dummy could tell he was the most charming -- yet when he focused his attent