Sharon stands there with her hands on her hips. Her feet are planted in the sand and her face is screwed up with childish accusation. I shake my head to clear the image, but she is still there when I look again. I try to close my eyes. I want to sleep and not to feel the various forms of pain as my body slowly shuts down, but I cant do it with Sharons glare burning into me. Small stabs of pain radiated from my cracked lips, a flash of agony explodes beneath my cranium and subsides in a series of throbbing waves. At the periphery of my mind I know that I am experiencing the effects of extreme powers of a woman ..............................
Posted on: Sun, 21 Sep 2014 12:30:24 +0000
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