12-26-2008, 01:30 AM
Each time she was stroked she flinched as though she was going to be hit, though each time the flinch lessened and lessened until finally she accepted his strokes for what they were and cuddled up into him once more. "Um..m-maybe...Daisy...or Flower..Rose?" She could not make up her mind, not with the constant threat of displeasing Gin over her head. He had often threatened to punish her, and to this new Sarah, her might as well have done so each time he threatened to.
