<div class="floatleft">(https://www.albawaba.com/sites/default/files/im/Entertainment_English_2017/Yasmine_Sabri_has_a_beautiful_face_-_Instagram.jpg)</div><hr/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><strong>SYSSIAH BINT KALISH EZAB | 24 | DILETTANTE</strong></span><hr/><br/><hr/>Syssiah mind wiped as she could those hurtful memories, and shivered as she did, to help and support her new travelling companion. Marta was astunning person, both physically and emotionaly. the sisterly interest they had explored together during the travel had put a sort of awkward and embarrassing feelings between the twos. Syssiah noticed days after days how the scandinaavian beauty glanced at her lips, or stared at her face, studying every part of anatomy. And with the realization, the shameful realization, that she might share a romantical interest with that willingful nurse.<br/><br/>Several times she had to push away those guilty thoughts, but each time it came stronger and more evident, that she was attratced to her. And each time, she found a way to not show it, to make the desire to taste those pink lips vanish in the question or occupation of the moment. As if it could heal her from the horrendous rape she survived after her father's assassination. Of course, she didn't tell the police about that part. She'd have been humiliated, and prolly accused and condemned in the arabic system. But the assassin was dead from her hand, and for that she got the respect from those policemen, who were surprised of her resolve.<br/><br/>Nowadays, it felt like ages ago, and she wanted her new friend to be well. She stood up in a panic, to help the palishing blonde beauty, pressing aganst her, holding her arms, so she could breathe. "Here , here ! Calm down, Ms Lindgren. What is going on ?You're pale like a ghost." Was all she could say before Marta started to call for someone, and muttered something about Pr. Smith impatience. She followed her to the car, and stepped back, trying to get some composure, after their breasts brushed each other's under the silk fabric of their shirt...<br/><br/><br/><br/>