“It’s a different kind of love,” she tried to explain. She looked complete and undamaged, which was a lot less scary than she’d looked with her pseudo-skin hanging off her in flaps and tatters. Shelly agreed with the sentiment, but was still enjoying the afterglow. Part of her was concerned at what Sonia would think if she knew what effect she was having, while the other half of her knew that this was Sonia’s intention. Jessica entered Shelly’s thoughts, but she forced the other woman to the back of her mind. Shelly wasn’t in the least bit embarrassed to yank her arm away as she screamed. She hadn’t been able to see them before Shlee dragged her out. “You struck a senator,” Martha informed him. You!”
“Oh really?” Bridgette asked, then shimmered and changed into Brock.
