27. The Jealous Type
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>Beep, beep, beep....
"She should be awake by now" my mother voiced with a whimper
"Lucy, I need you to calm down, her body is still recuperating, it was a struggle for her to shift, you know that she was a late bloomer" Sally explained.
What was going on?, what were they talking about?. Where am I?.
Then nothing....
"You look beautiful even in this state" It was a familiar voice. Who could it be? , What was he doing here?, why was he saying that?
He runs his hands through my body, there was a lustful expression in his face. I remember this time, this was when I had newly shifted when I turned eighteen, my mother said I was out cold for five days with a heavy fever, she never once told me that I had any visitors apart from my family member.
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