<div class="floatright">(http://i1087.photobucket.com/albums/j480/Erion2451/Lyndsy_Fonseca_Actress_14521.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Nikki<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Her Room<br/><strong>With Whom:</strong>Open<br/><br/>Masculine hands moved over her slim, taught belly and held her securely against him.  Her bare back pressed against his muscular chest before delicate kisses traced along her neck.  The scene shifted and he was above her, their bodies joined together in a sweaty, vigorous workout, their lips linking together passionately time and time again.  Her body felt to be on fire, her pelvis ready to explode.  "Yes, daddy.  Oh, god yes."  Then the face of Nikki's former long-time boyfriend and lover morphed into that of her father.  The teenager sat bolt upright in her queen sized bed as she looked around bewildered for a moment.<br/><br/><em>What the fuck was that?</em>she thought to herself.<br/><br/>Even after she awoke, it still took her a moment to recognize her surroundings.  Her room had changed drastically over the last few days.  It was a good thing her mother hadn't popped her head in lately.  It wasn't that her room was a mess... well yes, it was.  Just not compared to Peter's.  Nikki only had a few clothes falling out of the hamper, though combined with the tissues overflowing from the waste basket and the innards of a few unlucky stuffed animals scattered across the floor like newly fallen cotton snow, her room could officially be classified as a disaster.  The only other change which could be noted in the pink and black painted room was the fact that several once occupied pictures were now bare.  The former occupants could now be found as ash in the bottom of the metal waste basket, under the small mountain of tear stained Kleenex.<br/><br/>Nikki pulled her bare, shapely legs to her chest and glared at the brightly painted room for a moment.  She should've burnt her pom-poms along with those photographs, she thought to herself when her eyes moved to the corner where the school equipment had always been stored.<br/><br/>More out of habit than curiosity, Nikki picked up her phone and looked at the missed texts.  Without reading them she deleted any that were sent by "he who could not be named" and deleted a few from her former "friends".  She set the phone back upon her nightstand and considered returning to sleep.  That or digging out the shoe box under her bed which held her new best friend.  It probably wasn't a good idea to start the morning like that, plus she could hear her mom lecturing Peter through the walls, and Andrew's music coming up through the vents from the basement.  The pool didn't seem all that inviting, at the moment, nothing outside did.<br/><br/>Deciding a lazy morning vegging in her bed and watching whatever the hell was on TV was in order; Nikki flicked on her small 25" flat screen and pulled up her silk sheets before snuggling into her pillows.  Coming across<em>Enchanted</em>, she set the remote to the side and began her lazy morning.