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"FI-O-NA!!!"
Her dad was feeling normal again obviously. Back to his bellowing bull ways. She put on a robe and went to the top of the stars. Clutching it closely to her, she shivered and let out a quavery, "Yes Dad?"
He came to the bottom of the stairs and glared at her until she thought his eyes would pop out of his head. She started descending the stairs slowly...all the while thinking whether it was the smart thing to do. "Would you like breakfast Dad?" He nodded shortly and pointed towards the kitchen. Making sure he couldn't see, she rolled her eyes. He knew how to cook; why did he have to holler for her at 5:30 to make him breakfast One of those sweet mysteries n lie that she wouldn't understand ever.
"Dad-what do you want for breakfast today?" She looked through the fridge to make sure she had all the basics available to her. He tromped in and made a demand. How unusual.
"I want an omelet with steak, onions, peppers, mushrooms and cheese--inside and out. Cook up some potatoes too." Dang he was hungry as a horse. Grant you, he worked like one as well. She took everything out that she needed and started chopping. His breakfast turned out well enough. She put the plate together and poured him some orange juice. Then she made him some toast, grudgingly kissed his cheek and said, "Please enjoy and put the dishes in the sink when you're done. Have a good day at work and I will see you when I get home."
"Yes, and you better trot right home after school Missy!" he snapped. She nodded slowly and walked up the stairs and flew into her room, slamming the door and locking it shut. "FI-O-NA!!!" came up the stairs in a warning tone. He was mad at her for some reason even though she did everything as asked.
She took off her robe and threw it on the floor. Then she stood in front of the mirror--a bit hesitantly after the probing Kristoff's mother put her through the previous evening. Some of the least embarrassing measurements were height (5'5") and width--well she had measured her waist (28"). She have a pretty figure she admitted to herself--if not a bit voluptuous. Her breasts were full and perfectly perky and tipped with rosy brown nipples. All of her skin was gorgeously pale. She spun around and pressed up and down to stand tippy-toe to admire her legs and calf muscles. Her bottom wasn't so bad either. Then after he roared away in his car, Fiona bounced a couple of times on the bed, fell down, and went back to sleep.
Soon visions of Kristoff danced in her head. She felt his smooth fingers caressing her naked flesh. Fiona let out a moan and stroked her neck. She felt his kisses...leading to her neck. Rolling her head to one side, his teeth sunk into her neck. He played with her pussy, sliding his fingers n and out, and she moaned again. And again. Kristoff pulled out his fangs and she bucked and arched her back. Fiona shouted "YES!!!" and then woke again. She ran to the mirror, but no fresh wounds appeared, although she was thoroughly wet. She needed to bathe, but...she liked the moistness between her legs. What to do?
She decided to take a shower, disappointed it had all been a dream. The shower had a built in seat and she sat there crying to herself. The waters mixed and they spun down the drain, a crimson red. She failed to notice this though as she was feeling so sad.
She dried off and saw she had about 15 minutes to be dressed and get to school. Why bother? She wasn't that fond of school as it was. The shoe trouble was the least of her woes. She was seen as a bit...odd by most of the staff which meant they picked on her a lot. Only one did not-for she was a little strange herself. This was Miss Kastic. She taught the arts class (naturally). She didn't have arts today, so since there would be no sweet reprieve from the teasing, she thought she would stay home. Fiona settled back in bed and prepared to dream.
Again she dreamed of Kristoff. Fiona had no doubts as to whether or not he loved her. He touched her gently and she would press her head to his chest to listen to his heart and feel his breathing move his chest in and out. He held her softly and tenderly and whisper as he spoke. As she dreamed she curled up in a ball and mewed softly. She then woke up and went downstairs. It was time to clean up the mess from breakfast that her father had thoughtfully left behind and then made her favorite lunch. This was homemade macaroni and cheese. She made sure to clean everything up so her father wouldn't know. Then she decided to put on her (yuck!) school clothes and go by the river again.
She went down there slowly, kicking at stones as she went. Finally she stepped diagonally down the hill, crossed the grass and watched the sun sparkling on the river. Mindlessly she started skipping stones across the clear waters. Next thing she knew, she fell down in tears. Fiona then whispered, "Kristoff, where are you?" and cried some more.
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