"O-okay...that sounds good," Musubi replied.  Dammit, it was getting worse!  She could feel herself starting to quiver down south at the tone of the other woman's voice.  She had to get out of here!  Part of her started thinking about her getting felt up and molested by the tall Englishwoman.  One part<em>knew</em>that if she was touched, she would just become a wreck,<em>begging</em>to be handled.  And the other knew that she<em>wouldn't want</em>to stop.<br/><br/>Waving goodbye, still remaining rock still after the tail stroke and kiss, she remained where she was for several moments before climbing back onto her bike to go and run those errands that she had mentally chalked up in her head.  Stuff for tomorrow, assuredly, and hopefully the place she had in mind was still open...she sped off on her bike.<br/><br/>The errands didn't take<em>too</em>long, and no sooner had she gotten home than the door slammed shut, was locked hurriedly, and Musubi was stripping out of her clothes, tossing herself onto her bed, and setting her hands to rubbing her wet, needy snatch...all the while picturing it was Elisabeth doing it.