Sonja managed to yank Meris into the kitchen. "Come on, downstairs."

"I thought your mother was a bitch?"

"Come on, please?"

Meris' eyes softened and she hurried down the stairs, her sneakers squeaking against the stairs.

Sonja came down after her, gasping in relief at the icy temperature of her basement room. As soon as Meris was inside, she closed the door tightly and let out a gasp.

Meris giggled as she sat down on the edge of Sonja's bed, her eyes trailing back over Sonja. "Your mom is very...."

Sonja didn't know how to response. "Irrational?"

"She seems nice... and..." Meris blushed, her pale skin darkening rapidly.

Taking a long breath, Sonja shook her head and then sighed. Images of fucking her mother rose in her head, making the heat in her pussy growing hotter. "Sexy as fucking hell, right?"

"Yeah," whispered Meris.

"I know."

"Was she always---"

"No. Not since I---" Sonja tried to say "woke up this morning with her between my legs" but a cold wind blew underneath the door. It was icy and cut against her inner thighs, pricking at the liquid caressing her pussy.

Sonja gulped. "I---"

Another blast of icy wind.

After months of feeling the wind, Sonja knew that she couldn't push or force the strange cold that drove her. She took another long breath and then a second.

Meris bit her lips, looking suddenly nervous, “Do you think we'll have a problem with her?”

“With?”

“What if she hears about Rick? We still haven’t found his body.”

Sonja felt a sickness in her stomach, but she pushed it aside with a familiar effort, “I’m not going to worry about it. Its been months and we haven’t found it. If we can’t, she won’t either.”

“You think it will be okay?”

Nodding, Sonja didn’t have the heart to say otherwise. She thought about her morning, sex with her mother, the sudden change of attitude. Her lips opened to tell her lover about it, but a cold wind blew underneath the door of her bedroom and sent a shiver through her spine.

Meris shivered also, wrapping her arms around herself as she looked around.

It felt like two conflicting forces trying to force her will: the cold that commanded her in the basement and the heat from upstairs. But, at least the cold had protected her against Rick. Obeying the silent, icy command, she decided not to mention sex with her mother in the morning.

The breeze stopped immediately.

A prickle of concern rose inside Sonja. Why did the cold not want her to mention it? Was it wrong? Was there something else? She held her breath but no wind responded to her thoughts.

Sonja padded over to the bed and pushed Meris down against her blankets.

Meris moaned and drew her fingertips along Sonja's shirt, pulling it up.

Thoughts focused on her lover, Sonja wrapped her arms around her wonderful lover and kissed her again. “We should probably at least pretend to do homework, at least while my mother is here.”

Meris smiled, a secret little smile, “Okay. What do I get for getting a right question?”

Sonja reached down and pressed her palm against Meris' pussy. It was hot even through her jeans. “Oh... I think a kiss is good.”

“And an essay question?”

Feeling evil, she grinned at her friend, “I don’t know, maybe some fingers?”

Meris didn’t say anything for moment, then looked up. “What if I get them all right?”

Sonja scoffed, “You haven’t yet.”

“Well, what if?”

“I don’t know...”

Meris sat closer, pressing her body against Sonja’s, letting the warmth of their passion distract her.

Sonja glanced over at her, seeing the lust in those warm brown eyes. An idea crossed her thoughts and she smiled. “How about...”

A breathless question: “Yeah?”

“How about after I'm done working, you and I stay in the butcher area. There is this chain that I think you would love-”

A moan, deep and guttural, filled the room as Meris pressed her body tighter against Sonja, eyes shining with lust and passion. Sonja felt overwhelmed with the intensity, but she continued.

“I think we... could...”

Meris whispered softly, a secret fantasy that she never shared with anyone in the world, not even on paper. A fantasy that Sonja only had a hint of, but the words felt heavy in the air. “Pretend I was your meat?”

Sonja’s breath froze in her chest.

Meris took Sonja's hand and pressed it against her hard nipple. “Please? I want to be yours, Sonja. Please?”

She felt tears sparkling in her eyes as Sonja gasped for words. “Meris? I... I don’t want to hurt you.”

Meris shook her head, “No, don’t cut me. Treat me as meat... pretend. I want to pretend....”

Her voice trailed off in a longing whisper and Sonja felt the intensity of it burning like a brand against her eyes. The hunger, the dreams, everything focused on a single point, her lover begging for something so intense that it threatened to drown her.

With a supreme effort, Sonja agreed. “If you get them all right.”

End of chapters 12-16