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Standing near the apartment's front door, Desirée leaned against the wall in a rather dramatic fashion, both hands raised to her side. Until about six seconds ago, she had been planning to make a trip out to the nearest department store. Distracting herself with a nice shopping spree was a favourite activity of hers, and one she could usually count on to improve her mood. Moments ago, however, she had suddenly found her mind occupied by a flashing image of her beloved Ron's face, and instantly, her mood had taken a dive.
She gave a long, wistful sigh. Just how long were those detectives expecting her and Ron to stay apart, exactly...
A nap would do her some good, she decided. Kicking her boots away, she turned on her heel and headed for the door to her bedroom.
Once inside, she slipped out of her motorcycle jacket, tossing it carelessly aside. Her riding goggles were next, slung into place on a hook attached to the wall as she passed it by on the way over to her bed.
Satisfied, she paused for a moment, taking a forlorn look at the eccentric collection of Mask☆DeMasque memorabilia scattered all across Ron's side of their bedroom.
Phoenix was feeling mildly sick. The shaking, bouncing motions of Desirée's ample chest were proving to be quite violent for someone of his incredibly small size, his whole body being jostled up and down with every step she took.
The fact that he was in full-body contact with the young woman's breast hadn't gone unnoticed by his subconscious, either. As much as he might have preferred to avoid it, he was sporting a prominent erection at the moment, and with his whole body pinned to Desirée's tit by the crushing wall of her bra, there simply wasn't room for it.
How in the world could Pearl have possibly justified to herself the act of putting him into a situation like this...?
(... Oh, right. She's nine years old.)
He had no idea of what Desirée was even doing at the moment. She seemed to have briefly stopped moving now, but this was of only mild comfort.
Suddenly, the world shifted into a violent rocking motion, almost like his oblivious host was falling. For about a second and a half, Phoenix registered dazed confusion, but then, everything came to a very abrupt end, the puny defence attorney's life silenced as the mountainous mass of a breast larger than his entire law office slammed down against him.
Phoenix simply hadn't stood a chance against Desirée as she'd come down.
Desirée's caramel-brown hair scattered wildly across her pillow when she dropped onto the bed, hugging the pillow with both arms. If she closed her eyes and did her best not to think about the time since she'd last been able to see her wonderful husband, she thought she might at least be able to catch a short rest. Maybe that shopping trip would still be worth it as well, afterwards.
The young woman didn't notice, but in the instant that she crashed down on the bed, on her front, a certain blue-clad speck trapped inside of her bra was instantly crushed out of existence, reduced to little more than a faint bloodstain against the skin of her large breast, and the solid interior of the undergarment. The red smear, just above her areola, was rendered unrecognizable as she adjusted her position on the bed.
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