Stepping back to Cameron she held the razor up. Forcing herself to look at the cyborg’s face Sarah spoke. After a moment she went over to sit on the couch next to Cameron. Suddenly she looked very small, vulnerable. “Lie down,” Sarah said, nodding at the bed. A week after that night Sarah was siting alone in her bedroom. Sarah got up slowly, almost as if she was in a trance, until she was hovering over Cameron, her knees pressed against the girl’s hips. While it covered a lot more of her skin then the tank top had, it more then compensated for this by being much tighter. Then she moved even lower until her fingers encountered her own sticky fluids. Sarah turned her head to the side and rested her face against Cameron’s groin, her dark hair tickling her cheek. When she was done she made sure all the hair had gone down the drain, then turned the shower off. I. There was a clicking sound as she released the safety.
