About me: in an irritated tone. I look at her. Her eyes
are yellow and her black hair is in a bun. Her
breasts are shaped perfectly and she has curves
all in the rights places. "Hi," I say
flirtatiously. Why am I getting really horny? I
think to myself. "You need to learn how to
mask your thoughts," she smiles at me. Her
words blast through my ears. Did I make her angry?
Why is she yelling so loud? "You are a
Zozian," she explains. "You have
heightened senses." I hold my hands
