Starr looked at Kiki curiously.  What she was describing... that was quite similar to how she felt, too.  But Starr knew she wasn't getting sick.  She knew what the knot in her stomach and the ragged breathing meant.<br/><br/>Kiki was just so... innocent though.  It was almost as if she hadn't lived for the first two decades of her life, and she didn't really know what anything meant.  Things like liking someone, or thinking someone was damn gorgeous confused her.  Her body, apparently, knew what to do, how to signal these emotions, but Kiki didn't know what it meant, it seemed.  How was Starr supposed to explain it to her?  How could she even be sure that was what Kiki was actually feeling?  Maybe it was just wishful thinking, after all.<br/><br/>"Kiki..." she began, wondering exactly how she should phrase this, "How much do you know about...love and lust?"