Moira slowed down. She has a silly grin on her face while her eyes were shut. She probably was savoring her shallow, gradual thrusts. She probably wasn’t. Jenny looked up at Helena, who was in another place, though she was present physically – much like Moira. Since Jenny wasn’t moving as much a minute ago, she stopped Helena from clicking herself. Using the tip of her tongue, Jenny tapped Helena’s clitoris once more. But because Moira didn’t have a vivid picture of what was going on, she prodded into her girlfriend a lot harder which led one thing to another.

“Son of a bitch!!!” Helena yelled the second she felt a sharp pain in her clitoris. Jenny had bitten it – luckily not to a more excruciating extent. Instinctively, she jolted up the sofa and she could have sworn that there was another burning sensation in one part of her left knee. Helena was standing up now, with both hands on her pubic area. Blood. There was a little gash on her knee. “My fucking clitoris… Shit…” She wanted to take a better look but there was something wrong with Jenny too. “Oh, no… Jenny…”

Jenny was covering her mouth and nose with her right hand. She sniffed. But she wasn’t crying. “Fuck…” There was blood again. Unfortunately for her, when Helena rose, she was hit by her friend’s knee on the mouth and nose. Now, she knew that her lower ip was split open in the middle and her nose was broken. “Max?! What the hell are you doing?!”

And Moira? She was found lying on her back on the floor. She wasn’t wounded and she didn’t pass out. But she was feeling a blast of lethargy and drowsiness. She just smiled at her girlfriend and Helena. “Fucking threesome…” A slight noise, what seemed like a titter, escaped her.

10:45am @ the Pieszeckis’ Residence

On the front porch of Alice’s house was Dana Fairbanks. Fifteen minutes before, she had seen her best friend’s parents leave the house. “It looked like I was a stalker but at least I can catch Alice alone. I’ll talk to her, settle things.”

Staring at the door for a couple of minutes now, Dana was almost boring a hole in the wood that was inches from her with her eyes. Pitching a few deep breaths, she finally decided to knock – well, only after one more sigh. She was seeing little stars now as her vision blackened a bit, most likely because of inhaling and exhaling too much for her own good. Pinches of minuscule white threads of light flew across her sight and she held on to the doorknob to regain her balance. Accidentally, she had opened the door. “It wasn’t locked…”