Famke's Fall
Esmeralda said she was there to help, in the cave, two gorgeous women. What could go wrong? Esmeralda asks, "Fam, could you rub my shoulders? I hurt them fishing for so long."
Famke was tired as well, but she felt a compunction to aid a friend. Plus, Esmeralda's skin was like butter. Sure, Famke had soft spots, but this woman was unlike anyone.
"Sure, Ez, let me get the emu oil."
Esmeralda was twice Famke's size. Not Torvi's size, but a head taller and much wider in the hips. She was probably six-four, easy.
Famke began crying and placed her head on Ez's shoulder. Ez emphatically responded by turning around and cradling Famke's head in her arms and breasts.
"Let it out hon, I will take care of you."
Famke doesn't break from her crying as she explains, "I...killed...my...accuser...wah! He was merely a...a witness. I thought I was justified. But, I'm a murderer, wah!"
Esmeralda pats Famke's bottom and gives her something to calm and sedate her. Ez takes some too, "Let's pretend there are no men to hunt us, none to force us and none to impregnate us. Listen to my voice and leave this world behind."
With that, Famke's head and heart swam in a drug fueled fantasy that she desperately needed to never end. Ez looks upon Famke with those oversized, dreamy eyes and they kiss so passionately and long that they fall onto the bed and are never heard from again. At least that was the plan.
After the earth shook, the two new lovers planned their escape.
Famke would do anything for Esmeralda. Ez picked her mark carefully. Famke would make a perfect partner, partner in crime. Oh, she did care for Fam. But, they always left her, or died or found a fucking man, pronounced 'mean.'