His voice dropped to a low growl. XXX Was it even a dream? Once again, the flower sensed her nervousness, and she moaned again as she suddenly felt a smooth, sticky substance spilling out from the tip of the vine, coating her hole. That was roughly how long it had taken for him to start showing his true colors. But maybe the lake that was only 45 minutes away would welcome the little plant. Much better. Soil spilled over her desk and the flower wilted slightly, and she suddenly felt bad for it. The cold, wet soil was what jarred her back to reality, and she blinked to clear her head, gazing lovingly at the flower and its beautiful purple petals, still full of what she could only assume was the
