Standing on her feet she watched him leave her, turning quickly as her eyes watered and blinking wildly to clear the sting before they could be released. Her great passion for life and lust had her often left her highly sensitive to her emotions. She felt things deeply, both good and bad.  Crossing her arms over her body, Samantha hugged herself tightly, willing her soul not to bleed. Rejection. She had never been able to deal with it well.<br/><br/>Deep down she knew he didn't mean to cause her pain, or reject her affections so willingly offered, yet her personal demons would feed upon this new turn regardless of the facts.  Moving as if in a fog the young brunette walked into the den, a single tear escaped and rolled down her cheek to land with a soft splat onto the floor and signaled the mood change.   Books! Her salvation!  Her eyes swept the room as a warmth began to grow, pushing the coldness that had crept into her soul.  The written word and its power and elegance, its deep soulful imagery always held the strength to see her through the best and the worst of times and that would be her salvation that night.<br/><br/>Walking towards the bookcase, Samantha scanned the selection. Her eyes danced over the titles as they stood beside each other like perfect soldiers.  Reaching out a shaking finger, she stroked the bindings with a lovers caress, waiting to feel that pull of desire as the one that would sooth her soul called out to her.  She would know it was the right one when the feeling of warmth filled her body.  Pausing, she smiled and pulled the golden book from its placement, smoothing her palm over the cover and holding it close to her heart.   Tonight's selection would be Pride and prejudice by Jane Austen. Elizabeth had always been one of her most beloved characters, a strong young woman who was willing to wait for the right man without settling for mediocre, a lesson worth noting.<br/><br/>Making herself comfortable on the sofa near a large window Samantha pulled a throw that had been artfully draped on its soft cushions and covered her naked body. Cracking open the book she let its healing warmth flood her body and began the adventure as the words created visuals of a gentler time to dance in her mind's eye.<br/><br/>