“Why?”  She asked more impertinent than she wanted it to be, he glanced at her and let it slide.   He most certainly didn’t want to piss off her benefactor.  She turned and saw over her shoulder her bags being rolled along with her.  She was nervous, why the ***** was she nervous? 

            She’d been here four times before and she’d never been nervous before, well now was different, she was, after all in a relationship.  The man stopped at one of the VIP suites and turned to Lara he took her wrist and slid the bracelet off and handed her another one, this one silver.  She stammered he put a hand up.

            “Everything will be answered in due time, as of now m’Lady Perkins, you are an Amazon.”  He opened the door for her and they brought in her bags, as the departed, leaving her standing there with her jaw hanging open she wondered what the ***** was going on?

*****

            What was she doing?  Sam stepped out of the shower and didn’t bother to dry off.  She shook her hair out, thinking to herself it needed to be cut.  It dropped into her eyes, masking them, hiding them from the world.  She looked at her gaunt face in the mirror and stepped out of the bathroom.  She heard the door click closed and Sam walked through the room.

            “Get comfy you are going to be here a while….”  Sam muttered on her way to the bedroom, all she saw was Lara‘s jaw dropping as Sam closed the door with a soft slam.

            “Oh god, oh god, ***** me.  Oh man!”  Lara almost yelled as she saw the young grieving doctor walking to the bedroom, making puddles as she walked away.  Lara turned away pacing the entryway as she ran her hand through her hair.  She rested her forehead on the door, muttering to herself silently, even going as far as making the sign of the cross.

            Did Sam have some sort of secret crush on her?  Why was Sam even here?  This is where she’d run off too?  To Venus Island what an odd thing to do.  Then Lara thought she’d done the exact same thing.