<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/fc/Sable_night_by_squirrelshaver-d4zzdsn.jpg)</div><strong>Lacey Bruce</strong><br/><br/>Straightening up in nothing but her panties now, Lacey studied the bed with a bit of consusion.  “R.C.?” she asked.  She always talked to her plushie’s as if they could answer—what girl didn’t?<br/><br/>The chestunut haired girl wrapped her arms around her breasts as a chill shot through her.  She moved to sit on the side of the bed and looked at the pillow.  She touched it, as if the squirrel would appear.  “I know I left you here this morning…” she mumbled, then looked at the window.  “Has Mrs. Meyer’s cat been in my apartment again?”  She glanced back at her other plushies—a simple rag doll and a nice bear—gifts from various foster parents—and a little yellow bird she’d bought herself.<br/><br/>Lacey jumped up startled when the tea kettle began to whistle.  She headed back into the kitchen, breasts and hips swaying.<del>She poured a bit of the water into a tea cup with leaves, then took both into the bath and used the rest of the boiling water to heat her tub.  She couldn’t bring herself to climb in, though.  Her father gave her R.C. their last Christmas together!  <br/><br/>   Lacey left the tub and went back to her bedroom.  She dug around in the sheets, then looked under the bed for him.  </del><br/>