<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><em>Could she do it?</em><br/><br/><em>Zara don't be stupid! Remember what happened when you trusted someone before!!</em><br/><br/>Squeezing her eyes shut, Zara struggled not to scream in frustration, the mental battle in her head seeming more like two voices bickering back and forth. Until one won out...one always won out. She continued to run her fingers through his platinum hair until it was a bit smoother, her voice coming out a bit huskier than she intended, "I...Tell me your secret first."<br/><br/>It was the only way she would be able to justify telling him her secret. If <em>he</em> found out about that love she had...he would mock her. Or worse...pity her. Who could ever love a whore? Especially one as twisted as she was? Taking a deep shuddering breath, she said in a low tone, "Tell me your secret first...then I'll tell you mine. And I'll share the bottle of whiskey that's hiding in the Garden." Zara always had alcohol ready.</span>