She knew Abby since preschool but she was behaving depressingly lately. Carol needed someone more positive. She was often attracted to young, fresh, and especially shy girls.
She conveniently, spotted Therese Belivet, who was stuck working in a horrible, tacky department store. They instantly connected, and the chemistry blossomed like a red, red rose.
Therese never felt so safe with a woman before. She was never so intoxicated with pleasure; it felt like drinking red wine. They lay in each other's arms under the cozy blankets. They caressed each other's bodies and she felt cherished by her cherry flavoured lips.
Meanwhile, she was desperately frightened of Richard and how frustrated he would be if he found out. Would he hurt her? Or torture her? Or leave her? She didn't know which one was worse.
Suddenly, she realized she couldn’t care less. She couldn’t stop herself, for the first time she felt accepted by someone. The name Carol formed on her luscious lips and she was glad she would never have to feel the excruciating pain of loneliness again.