Snapping under the realization they were no longer safe from FragarachZ, the girls turned on each other... Bree stared at her sleeping companions, and considered the two possible ways to stress that phrase.  She could<em>turn</em>on the others... she fingered her blade speculatively... or she could<em>turn on</em>the others... the same finger brushed along Samedi's shoulder-guard, tracing its way down and inward, towards a lightly-covered breast.  Pausing to reach across to the other, a light touch began warming Hunter's pants, centred where the legs came together.<br/>