In the absence of someone being there to pleasure her, she figures that the next best thing is to go to someone she knows, who she knows is up to the task. She looks through her closet and, finding little that would fit her now, grabs what she remembers to be baggy shorts and a tank top. She puts both of them on, struggling with both of them. Her body has become so well defined that the shorts have become skintight and the tank top barely contains her breasts.
She then thinks about how to leave. She would be risking too many questions and too much time lost if she left through the front door and her family was home. She figures that the window is the best way. With that, she starts squeezing her way through it, her breasts making it a tight fit. It's a bit of a struggle, but she gets through with the window undamaged.
Once Zeinab hits the ground, she immediately starts running. As she runs out of her backyard, she notices that her speed has improved greatly. She doesn't know if it's a result of the drug or of her yearning for instant satisfaction, but she doesn't care at the moment. Right now, she only cares about her needs.
She quickly finds herself at the front door of one of those she knows and knocks on the door. When it opens, she is pleased to find...
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