CHALLENGING THE TIME SEEMS TO BE NOT A GREAT IDEA BUT, COULD BE ANY OTHER WAY TO TRY TO SAVE FREDDIE'S LIFE WITHOUT EXPOSING YOUR OWN SKIN? DO YOU WANT TO FIND OUT HOW FAR OUR HEROINES ARE WILLING TO GO TO ACHIEVE THEIR HIGHEST GOAL?
I still had a desirable skin, even with my multiple scars just everywhere. It was soft and immaculate as used to happen with all the redheaded's skins. But as the years wore on in Turn back the Time, it had taken an obvious toll on my face. I was not that giddy and excessively sexual teenager anymore who used to catch most of the boys's attention. The years and the difficulties had marked my face, turning me into how I looked today. A forty seven year old lady who still looked ten years younger but with the obvious expression lines around eyes and mouth. Was it the charm of a middle aged woman? We could call it like that.
I walked out of the shower and stared at myself closely. My body looked still so beautiful. Full and firm breasts with ravishing violet nipples, wiry and slim arms, narrow waist and hips, a pert bottom and long and shapely legs. Just with just a few ups and downs with my weight (Turn back the Time had been a wild party for my hormonal system, making me put on and off weight just quickly), my body was still a ten.
My scars along my body from head to toe just added up some personality and attractive to every inch of my skin, marked for good. Combined with my old war scars, there were my big hysterectomy scar and two fresh ones joined in. One that Nina made just over my collar bone with a vicious scratching when we fought wildly and another one just over my right biceps who Bill Reid did with a broken bottle and from which I came to be seropositive.
All of them had been nasty and traumatic, some necessary, some at random. But I always thought each and every one made my body more beautiful and unique. I was still capable to break wills with it.
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I gulped my daily pill down and I knew I was doing wrong but still I did. I had started my treatment with the best of intentions and my doctor advised me to take my dose at the same hour every day if it was possible but my fucking life was not ordinary. It went against the routines. I was far too much stressed for many things to pay attention to a particular time. And I had had some oblivions once in a while. So I had chosen to take it every day when it came to my mind without an established schedule. I trusted it could still be useful.
Suddenly the door bell rang. I got no idea who it could be but if in doubt, I had to do several things before open up and find out. Keeping my antiretrovirals and smartphone hidden and putting some clothes on. I grabbed the geisha's robe who Eli had given me during that trip to Japan, that one that I was determined to keep despite it looked excessively short on me. Well above my knees.
After hearing two o three rings more, I hurriedly made my way to the door, saying out loud:
- I'm coming, I'm coming. What's the hurry?
It could be the landlord. He was one of those men I had trapped with my web. He had gone through all the processes in the book. From the suffocating flirting, and then the invitations, advances and those details any woman can find charming. He looked reasonably handsome. A middle aged man around my age with no family ties, at least he said so. I could have succumbed to that excessive display of interest towards me and have a good time. I wouldn't have hurt anyone. But nothing like that entered my mind. I rejected him gently because he didn't deserve my scorn and once a week he used to send me flowers or chocolates that Amandine used to eat eventually.
