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After the Mirror Shatters Ch. 8 : Zoetized
Chapter 8:
Zo blinked several times at the bright light that seeped into her bedroom. The blonde jerked when she heard the bathroom door open and close loudly. Zo groaned and covered her ears with her hands. She closed her blood shot eyes tightly. Someone who could only be her girlfriend, came out of the restroom whistling a familiar tune from the night before. Zo peeked out and saw Carmen letting her robe fall off of her beautiful naked form. The Latina bent over to pick up a pair of light pink running pants with dark pink stripes up the sides. She slipped her feet into the pants and then hopped up pulling them over her thighs and round ass.
Zo lifted her head to try and get a better look at Carmen, but the room began to swirl and Zo groaned again. This time she turned onto her stomach and held a pillow over her head.
Carmen turned around as she pulled on a white tank top and grinned.
“Morning sunshine.” Carmen said to the pillow as she climbed onto the bed. She only heard a muffled answer.
“I can’t understand you.” Carmen sighed and yanked the pillow off of Zo’s head.
“Oh my god! That sun is going to kill me. Where are you going?” Zo kept her head pressed into the bed.
“I’m going to have breakfast with Eve. I feel bad for her not having any friends here, so I thought I might hang with her. You wanna go?” Carmen tried to keep from laughing at her hung over girlfriend.
Zo shook her head. “I think that I might meet you later.” The little blonde took a gulp and started to look green. Just as Carmen was going to say something sympathetic, they heard a loud noise come from the living room.
“OH GOD!!” a voice yelled from the direction.
Zo’s eyes widened. “What the fuck was that?”
Carmen chuckled a little bit. “Don’t you remember Dana stayed here last night?”
Billie took a long drink of her coffee before leaning back into her chair. Bette yawned as she read through one of her files. Billie ran both of her hands through her short black hair that was into uneven chunks with bangs that were asymmetrical. Bette caught a glance of the boi from the corner of her eye and realized that Billie was reminding her more and more of Shane. Maybe it was the way that Billie kept to herself or her calm demeanor, but something about Shane and Billie was so familiar.


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