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realizing all this time that she has been holding her breath. Damn capabilities like that have promise. Sadly, she isn’t the one I picture while I think that to myself, with my mind nowhere near this conversation. Nope, it's totally lost in the fact that I went motor-boating in some very nice, slightly too large, all-too-real breasts.
    I'm gutter-minded while thinking of how and when I will get to explore them again. Some men are ass men, some men are into thighs, but me, I’m a boob guy. I like them big and I like them real. No one wants to play with a pair of tits that are stiff and plastic.
    A slap to the side of my head brings me back to reality. Now what the fuck is she asking me? Oh yeah, assault.
    "Umm, well I kind of had a run-in with her in the lobby. I wasn't paying attention and damn near tripped over her. A better question is, who is she? How do you know her, and why is she so pissed off?"
    I wait for Electra to start talking, completely missing her body language. She's shutting down on me. She starts shaking her head back and forth. Whatever is going on, she's not about to let me in. Fuck that! She's not getting away with that shit with me. I've only ever seen Electra shut down once before. Something about her best friend being murdered, and it being her fault.
    She had convinced the girl that her stalker was just some harmless weirdo sending her letters, but he turned out to be a full-on psycho who chased her down one night after months of stalking. Electra had been out celebrating with her, but they went their separate ways at the end of the night. Electra was almost to her car when she heard the screaming. She said she ran for her but by the time she got there it was too late, and her friend was lying in a pool of blood.
    I remember she said the dude had smashed her in the head with something, and before she could get up he had put her friend in the trunk of his car. They eventually caught the nut-job but her friend was never found. The guy never did tell them where to find the body.
    Shit, now what the fuck was her name, fuck... damn it I can't remember. That’s the only other time I've ever seen this look on Ele's face.
    When I look back up at her, she’s completely defeated- the tears are threatening to spill. Shit, what the fuck did Spitfire say to Ele? No one gets to be a bitch to her and not hear it from me. She's been through hell and back. I go to open my mouth, not really sure of what to say, when Electra cuts me off. Through sobs and hiccups, I try to make out her words.
    “It’s all my fault, I never should have left Cora alone. I knew she was being stalked. I just thought it was one of the local boys being a dick. If she had reported it she might still be here. It's my fault I destroyed their lives, I destroyed her life."
    I pull her close to my chest and ask who the she is that Ele is talking about. Who did she destroy?
    Another sob, and she half-answers, "Because of me she lost her twin. Everything she has become, and everything she gave up after Cora's murder, it's all my fault. I never should have asked her to come back here. I should have known she wouldn’t be able to handle coming back to where it all happened."
    I try talking her down, seeing if I can get some kind of answer.
    “Ele, what happened back then wasn’t your fault. You can’t blame yourself. If she really thought she was in danger, she would have told someone else. You can’t keep holding that shit over your head. I don’t know whose life you think you ruined, but I’m pretty sure that’s a load of shit, too. Talk to me, Ele. Tell me what’s going on.”
    With a final sob, she collapses in my arms and I carry her over to her bed, tuck her in, and shut the light off.  As I walk out and cross the hall to my room, I wonder who the fuck she was talking about. What twin, and what the fuck does this have to do with Spitfire?
    I enter my room and decide to search the internet for this Cora person. Unfortunately, I find