<div class="floatleft">(http://img4.imageshack.us/img4/2412/antoinettelafluer.jpg)</div><strong>Antoinette</strong>, Carriage #3, [Katrina d'Errineiu, Kolette de Brest, Antoine"tte" LaFleur, Estelle d’Attaine, Viktor Martin, Justine Sade, Aron & Eriq Gerard]<br/><br/>Antoinette screamed again as another shot rang out, the sound loud and shrill; she sounded like a young girl throwing a temper tantrum. Finally she began to calm, as seconds passed between muskets firing. "Embarrass?" she murmured to Kat.<br/><br/>Then Justine was upon her, tending to her bloodied hand. "Oh Ezra, have I...am I shot? Am I going to die?" Tears welled up in Antoinette's eyes, but she struggled to stay strong. She leaned forward, and kissed Justine on the lips; the action was so sudden, so unprovoked, that Justine simply couldn't expect or defend against it. "I want you to know," said Antoinette, on the verge of sobbing, "I've always wanted to fuck you, Justine...I've dreamed of it many times, but now I'll never get the chance."<br/><br/>The tears were flowing freely now, and Antoinette buried herself against Lady Katrina's bosom, crying, "Hold me. Hold me, please, Kat. I'm dying!" Antoinette's sounds were miserable as she squirmed against her good friend's breasts, secretly squeezing one of them through the many layers of Kat's clothing.<br/><br/>Aron and Eriq began to snicker and laugh from across the bench. "Girls are so silly," one said, his face bright red with amusement.