This choice: the fire red hair and green eye only added to the sexy looks she had • Go Back... Shane adjusted the car seat. It was another humiliation, as she had to pull it as far forward as it would go. Immediately encountering another problem, as her bust crashed into the steering wheel.
Her feet just able to reach the pedals, she was petite. Scowling at her bust, well in most measures.
- - - - -
Blushing, she needed to see Vanessa, and end this. It wasn't going to be an argument, or confrontation. They'd just have a rational conversation, and he'd... She'd apologise to Vanessa.
Key in the ignition, she was ready to start the car, when her mobile burst into life. Having to shimmy in the car seat, to see beyond the swell of her bust. She spotted it, snatching in from her purse. She found it with ease. Hell! Even that had been transformed. Now in a garish bedazzled with pink stones.
"Vanessa." Lighting up the screen, as the caller. It was harder to swipe with the pink talons she now possessed.
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"Vanessa, Honey." Shane purred. Her voice sounding quite seductive, unsettlingly feminine too.
"You don't get to 'Vanessa, Honey', me!" she snarled. "Not when you cheat on me with that Scotch import in your office. I know about Robin!" She kept talking, denying Shane any opportunity to interrupt. "Oh, yes, I know. So you're remodelled in her image. With that fiery hair, and that passion you demanded I show." The heavy rasping breathing from her end, kept Shane chastely quiet. Needing her good will to be restored. Shane knew this was going to be a longer problem than he'd wished.
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Shawna McDonald... Shane no more
"Oh, and it's Shawna to the rest of the world. Shawna McDonald." She spat out the final word, as the phone went silent.
Shocked, into silence, Shawna slipped the whole back into the purse. The driving licence she glimpsed confirming what Vanessa had just told her.
Nips stiffening, became mortifyingly obvious in her dress. Shawna needed to rally her battered soul, and organise what she was going to do. Her stomach churned, a mix of icy fear, and an unfamiliar thrilling heat battled for supremacy.
Her eyes shot wide, and she gasped. She was turned on! This whole situation was making her horny! The crimson mane of hair flying back and forth as she shook her head trying to deny how she was feeling, what she was feeling.  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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