I lowered myself to the slit under the door. It was dark in her unlit room, with no immediate signs of life.
Except the lavender note lying under the door, about one inch from my nose.
My heart leapt into my throat. With bated breath, I slid the note closer to me with two fingers and grabbed it. I studied it under the slice of moonlight by my bed.
The door is unlocked.
A sharp intake of breath caught in my throat as I frantically decided what to do next. I almost didn’t do it. Almost. I remembered Madison’s fingers, pumping in and out of her delicious pink p***y, covered in juices.
I need to talk to her.
I hid the note under my mattress in a place Patricia wouldn’t find it, and looked over to ensure she was still sleeping. Nothing but wet whistles and vibrations of her slobbery retai
