Neither calisthenics, nor a shower, nor even girling out with nail and toe polish could banish the sensation of Blaze’s telekentic caress from Cassandra’s breasts.<br/>“I’m going insane,” she groaned.  Torn between trying too pray for some sort of exorcisim and determination too pound Blaze into her wall ‘til she undid whatever she’d done this time, Cassandra found herself striding furiously out the door and through the corridors of the ship.<br/>Only too freeze with her finger an inch from the buzzer, hand shaking.  What…  What if Blaze did it too her again?<br/>Would she have the strength too stop her?<br/>Would God forgive her if she didn’t?<br/>Worse, what if Blaze didn’t do it to her again?<br/>She bit her lip, trembling, and looked right and left, trying to gather her strength, though not sure if she if was trying to ring the buzzer or bolt.<br/><br/>(http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oigT0GOX_oY/TVBEdoQGKfI/AAAAAAAAA7s/aOmM5Piv8MI/s1600/The-best-top-desktop-carmen-electra-wallpapers-hd-carmen-electra-wallpaper-23.jpg)<br/><br/>Cassandra jumped at the sound of chimes, only realizing after hearing them that her finger had stabbed forewords into the touchpad.