Project S.T.A.T.I.C. Part 5: The Asylum

It had been three days since Jake, Beth, and Pam had paid a visit to Alexis’ old hideout. Their encounter with the colossal woman was still fresh in their minds. The trio had spent their time back in their hideout working on different projects. There was still a lot to be done around Eclipse, especially with the newest arrivals. Between compiling weapons, assembling workstations, reorganizing the club, and preparing for their next move, everyone had plenty to keep them busy. 

Sam had been working closely with Beth to catalogue every weapon they’d managed to locate and counting every bullet and magazine. Thanks to Sam and Zoey’s time at Eclipse, Sam had been able to help recover a cache of rifles, submachine guns, and handguns to bolster their firepower. She and Beth had spent an entire afternoon disassembling and cleaning every gun and stockpiling them into a storage room. Afterwards, Sam had sat down with Beth to try to map out potential supply caches.

Jake had been dividing his time between working on furnishing new gear, repairing equipment, and trying to study the hand of whoever had broken into Alexis’ old hideout. Bruce, while still quieter than Jake liked, had been lending his expertise to utilize the various materials they’d scavenged from from the Birdcage. Bruce had been instrumental in developing both Jake and Beth’s gear over the years. Jake couldn’t be sure, but he felt like it was helping Bruce overcome whatever trauma he’d endured with the twins and Amelia. Between their time tinkering, Bruce had taken to spending time one on one with Rebecca. 

Jake did his best to find as many distractions as he could to keep from wondering just what Bruce and Rebecca were doing together. He knew it wasn’t anything intimate, but he also knew that Rebecca was full of surprises. Thankfully, there was plenty to do and to focus on to keep his mind and hands busy. When he wasn’t spending time at the workbenches, he was working on decrypting data from his harddrive and the phone he’d picked up in the subdivision. So far, Jake had managed to get the texts off of the phone, and the recording from the CCTV feeds throughout the city. It wasn’t much, but something was better than nothing.

According to the messages on the phone, whoever had gotten it had been in communication with members of Eva’s cult; at least that was Jake’s best guess. The messages didn’t have a lot of detail, but whoever was calling the shots had sent this operative to find Alexis. The goal seemed to be to recruit her, but it was clear whoever owned the phone hadn’t been the first one sent. Judging by the context of the messages, they’d lost contact with more than a few field operatives; enough for whoever was supervising to mention reporting their findings back to home office.

There wasn’t anything too out of the ordinary or helpful on the company phone. However, it confirmed one thing: Eva had her hooks deeper in his company than he realized. The dates of the text threads went back nearly a year between a number Jake recognized. Lita Garcia, a woman that Jake had personally interviewed four years ago. She’d served as a director of operations, but she’d never shown any interest in going further, let alone any signs of deceit. He couldn’t help wondering if she’d been a plant from the beginning, or if Eva had found a way to steal her loyalty. In the end it didn’t matter. The fact was that someone he’d trusted had betrayed him within his company, and that meant that Eva’s corporate warmachine had been turning for longer than he’d ever thought possible.

As far as the footage from the CCTV cameras went, there were hours that needed to be combed through. Jake didn’t have high hopes that they’d find much that could be useful, but a keen and careful eye might be able to find a diamond in the rough. With a little luck, they’d be able to use the footage to track down key locations for Eva and her operations. Given how long she and her group had been working in the shadows, they had to have bases around the city. It was just a matter of finding them. 

One of the many problems they’d faced was the lack of access to the internet. It limited their ability to research and access their adversaries' data stores. Jake’s best guess was that Ingrid had implemented systems to shut down public networks, disabled outside competitors, and privatized the servers to keep the general public off the grid. It was a way to keep Metropolis off the radar as well as making sure the citizens remained ignorant. Thankfully, Ingrid’s tech couldn’t stop short-range communications. It was the only way that they’d been able to communicate thus far. Although, Rebecca had mentioned having something in mind to use as a work around.

Whatever time Jake had left was devoted to studying the severed hand of the monster they’d encountered. Their lab, and that was a gracious term, was limited on a good day. However, with Zoey’s background in forensics as well as the rest of the group’s combined experience dealing with the odd, they were able to discern a few unsettling details despite having next to no equipment. The tissue was bordering on necrotic, but it looked like the decay had stopped. In the seventy-two hours since they’d escaped, the hand hadn’t changed in appearance. It reminded Jake of tissue samples he’d reviewed from Havoc early in his career. Both Zoey and Beth agreed with his theory, but none of them liked it.

The exact nature of Havoc’s origin had been something of a mystery. They knew her story, sure, but the chemicals that made her into the monster she’d become were limited at best. The most Jake had ever been able to recreate was a list of the chemical compounds that had been on site that night. They’d never been able to replicate the combination that created their old adversary, but that was more because the risks involved in experiments would have likely cost people their lives. However, Jake doubted that Eva had even a fraction of concern when it came to ethics. The fact that she had Anna Murray, the infamous Babydoll, working under her spoke volumes. 

Meanwhile, Pam had been working alongside Zoey to turn their hideout into a home. It seemed silly and trivial, but nobody objected to it. One thing that none of them wanted to admit aloud, but they all knew was that they were likely to call this club their home for the foreseeable future. The reality was that none of them knew how, or even if, they’d be able to topple Eva’s empire. There was a silent agreement amongst them all that their base needed to be as defensible as it was comfortable.

When Pam wasn’t working with Zoey, she spent her time meditating and trying to get her emotions in line. With everything that had happened over the course of the last several weeks, Pam’s emotions had been relatively silent. However, with things seemingly slowing down while they planned their next move, they were becoming more vocal. Pam’s psyche wasn’t cracking yet, but the doubts on whether or not she could protect Beth were beginning to bubble back to the surface. Those doubts were becoming more and more like static and noise in the back of Pam’s mind. If she wasn’t careful, they’d cost her when it mattered most.

It was because of this that Pam had started to withdraw more from the rest of the group. It wasn’t about being rude, but more about figuring out how to regulate herself. She needed to meditate, to spend time reigning herself in while she was able to. This was exactly what she was doing this afternoon while the rest of her group kept busy. Jason had gone out for a supply run last night. He wasn’t set to return until later tonight. It would have been nice to spend this time with her beloved pet, but she had more immediate and pressing concerns to deal with.

Pam stepped through the gates to a large tower jutting out of the barren landscape beneath red and purple stars in an otherwise pitch black abyss. Her physical form was in her and Beth’s room sitting with her legs crossed and her hands outstretched and eyes shut. It had been too long since she’d been to her mindscape. It had changed a bit since the last time she’d been here. The stars above burned brighter and flashed shades of crimson. Outside of the lone tower there were rivers of molten magma that bubbled in the distance. She suspected that Rage was behind these alterations. Her suspicion was confirmed when she was nearly assaulted as she crossed the threshold. 

The moment that Pam passed through the doors, she had to duck to avoid a forearm from her furious alter ego. Her hand shot out in front of her to catch a knee that was aimed at her stomach. Pam’s other hand shot forward and she sent a wave of force out to push her fiery counterpart. “Enough!” Pam snapped as she watched Rage prepare for another attack only to freeze with a snarl.

Pam narrowed her eyes at Rage and studied her carefully. Gone was her usual red dress, and instead she wore a red leather corset and a pair of matching red pants. Her blonde hair had tinges of red and orange streaks in them to accentuate her fury, and her eyes seemed to burn brighter than usual. She noticed the chamber was empty beyond her anger. She couldn’t sense anyone else, let alone see them. Where were the others?

“They’re not here,” Rage growled, crossing her arms, “They’re in agreement that this is a matter that is better suited to be handled between you and I.”

“Is that so?” Pam asked, “And what, pray tell, is that matter, Rage? Do you expect me to believe that the headaches and the doubts that I’ve been getting have all been coming from you?”

“Call it a concession on behalf of the others,” Rage replied, “The majority of us agree that you’ve shown yourself to be weak in the face of adversity. Specifically, in relation to Beth and your ability to protect her.”

Pam rolled her eyes at the accusation lobbed at her. She kept her eyes trained on Rage as she walked past her and further into the circular open chamber. She waved her hand and summoned a stone table and two large chairs. “This is becoming tiresome,” Pam sighed, gesturing for Rage to sit across from her, “Have a seat, please, and tell me what you propose, Rage.”

Rage glared at Pam for a moment before she stomped to her chair and sat down with a huff. “You cede control to someone that can actually protect our reckless pet,” Rage explained.

“You’re joking,” Pam scoffed, “You want me to allow you to steer the ship? What exactly is your plan, Rage? Do you want to go back to locking her away? Doing that revitalizes the divide between us that we have worked so hard to overcome.”

“Of course not, you pretentious oaf,” Rage slammed her fist down on the table, “We share a mind, fool, or have you forgotten that? If I had been in control then we wouldn’t have to worry about these silly little robots floating around working for that nerdy whore.”

“I spared her because Beth asked me to,” Pam frowned, “We’ve been over this, and you’re well aware of how I feel about that decision.”

“Yes, you’re upset and angry,” Rage rolled her eyes, visibly mocking Pam as she spoke, “That was the last straw, Pamela. I let it slide because the others outnumbered me. They said I was being ridiculous and overreacting, but then we were hurled through space and time! We came face to face with what Beth could become if she’s taken from us!”

“Don’t be a fool,” Pam scoffed, “That reality was an amalgamation of what-ifs and nothing more. Voidfoot sent us there to divide us, you idiot. Furthermore, sparing Isley had no bearing on what happened. At best, her death would have prevented the sea of drones that we’ve been having to avoid. Eva has been working towards this since Ravenfalls, Rage, or have you forgotten the journals we found?”

“What about Rebecca?” Rage narrowed her eyes.

“What about her?” Pam countered, “She paid for her crimes and-”

“And what?!” Rage cut her off, throwing her chair back and getting to her feet, “Nevermind everything she did to us, how can you simply forgive her for what she did to Beth? How can you treat her like some old friend when she showed us what she planned to do to our pet?! Don’t sit there and tell me that we have to forgive her because of some demonic influence, or that she burned in Hell. I. Don’t. Care!”

“Sit down,” Pam commanded, her tone low, cold, and slow, “We can forgive without forgetting, Rage. Stop acting like a petulant child, Rage. I have not forgotten what she’s done. I believe you’ve already pointed out that we share a body and mind, so you are well-aware of that fact. Should Rebecca step out of line then I will finish her myself. I have seen a genuine effort from ehr to find a way forward, but she has centuries of choices and learned behaviors to try to undo. She’s lost everything she held dear: her home, her empire, her powers, and the man she loved and sacrificed her humanity for. What more can we do to her that fate hasn’t already done?”

Pam got to her feet and walked around the table, tracing the stone with her fingers as she did. “What more do you want, Rage? Do you expect me to put down every person that has slighted us and the people that we care about? We are not judge, jury, and executioner. How about instead of trying to hinder me and cause me to make another misstep, you fall in line and work with me? If you are truly so concerned about the wellbeing of Beth then you should know that fighting against me is doing nothing except quadrupling our chances of failure.”

“How can I trust you?” Rage asked as Pam stopped in front of her.

“We are one,” Pam answered, “Perhaps we’ve been going about this the wrong way, though.”

“What do you mean?” Rage asked, surprised by Pam’s comment.

“Clearly, you are one of the more dominant emotions,” Pam began, sighing as she thought through her suggestion, “What does that say about me as an individual? Hmph, this gives new credence to the term anger issues…”

“Don’t be cute,” Rage growled, uninterested in Pam’s personal musings, “Get to the point.”

“Breathe,” Pam rolled her eyes, “I’m not quite sure how well this will work, but perhaps it’s time for us to change how we fight. This is new territory, but it will get you closer to having some form of autonomy as opposed to only getting out when I call you.”

“I’m listening,” Rage said, leaning forward and listening intently.

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Beth sighed as she walked down the hall to her and Pam’s room. She was trying her best not to let her frustrations get the better of her. With everything that was happening, she was having a harder time than usual coping with the circumstances. Every passing day things seemed to get a little more bleak, a little more hopeless. She’d thought that rescuing Bruce and the others was the start of a turning point for them, but then they’d encountered the gray woman at Alexis' house of horrors. Her fight with Jake only minutes before that thing broke through was also weighing heavily on her mind.

She knew her temper wasn’t what anybody would call a strength; her short fuse had always been something their enemies found a way to exploit. Even after she’d given herself over to the mantle of the Feral, that temper had cost her more than once. It had caused her to act prematurely against Ashley and gotten her cursed, driven a wedge between herself and Pam, and it had been what had gotten her captured by Ingrid not long ago. She liked to argue that it was passion, but she knew that deep down it was recklessness born from anger. 

Truthfully, Beth had been trying to figure out a better way to keep her emotions in check, but it was harder than she cared to admit. It didn’t help that the universe seemed hellbent on throwing test after test at her day after day. Between Rebecca’s snarky comments, Jake’s surly attitude, Pam’s intentions with Ingrid, and the overwhelming state of her city, it seemed like everything was out to put her patience to the test. There was only so much that she could take before she snapped, and after seeing what her former enemy turned friend had been up to, she was quickly approaching a breaking point.

Spending time with Sam talking shop, taking inventory, and cleaning their equipment was helpful, but it only went so far. She and Sam had more in common than Beth had originally thought; her guess was that was part of the reason that Sally had taken such a shine to her over the years. They both had a passion for firearms, liked to ride, and they both had short fuses. Oftentimes, Beth had been quick to write Sam off as a goof or a knucklehead with half-baked plans, but she’d come to understand there was more to the young woman than met the eye. She’d only continued to grow since her time with Eva and Emily too.

Sam had grown harder and almost bitter over the last year. She didn’t talk much about what she’d been through with Amelia, but Beth could see the scars hiding behind her hate. It was something that Beth understood better than anyone. She knew what it was like to be used, abused, and humiliated day after day. Sam wanted payback, but her fiery passion was a mask to hide the damage that had been done. More often than not, Beth would let Sam talk, and intervene to talk her down whenever she started to get too heated. 

This particular afternoon, the two had gotten to reminiscing about Sally. Sadly, Sam hadn’t seen her since the day that everything went south in the city. Unfortunately, Amelia and the twins had never spoken about the rest of their resistance group in front of Sam or any of the others. Beth could remember a time when the villains were still prone to monologuing and bragging about their plans. She couldn't count the number of times she'd been stuck listening to old rivals droning on and on while simultaneously spoiling their grand plans. Never once did she think she'd actually miss hearing those long-winded speeches. Amelia had once been notorious for it, but according to Sam, she'd been more focused on abusing and playing with her than sharing the plans of the Brunswicks.

It was a little after three by Beth's estimate, and Zoey had called Sam back to their room. Beth didn't argue against Zoey’s request. After everything Sam had told her, Beth knew how important time with someone like Zoey was. If she was being honest, she too needed some alone time with her partner. The weight of everything was starting to get to her, and while it was selfish, Beth wanted to throw herself into Pam's arms and forget for a couple of hours. It wasn't fair, it wasn't what was needed right now, but it was what she wanted. There was nothing that she could do until Jason returned, and Jake was busy working on refining some of the junk they'd salvaged from the Birdcage. Besides, she doubted that Pam would object to the idea.

Beth stopped when she overheard Rebecca speaking, “Do not try to haggle with me. We agreed to the price well in advance. No, I understand the job is atypical at best, but the contract stands all the same.”

Beth frowned and pressed herself against the wall outside of Rebecca's door. Ordinarily, she wouldn't eavesdrop on one of her allies, but she was still struggling to get past her history with the former Goth Goddess. Who the hell was she talking to? More importantly, how was she talking to whoever it was? Their long-range communications had been almost entirely blocked due to Ingrid's tech and jammers. Not only that, Beth wasn't confident in Rebecca's ability to use cell phones. Admittedly, that was a bit of bias from their checkered and personal past. 

“No, the terms have not changed,” Rebecca said, “Just because things are more lively doesn’t mean you’re excused from your end of the deal. Besides, I thought you were supposed to be the best at what you do, or have I misunderstood? No, then show me that I made the right call in coming to you. I’ll update you when we have a destination set.”

Beth stepped away from the wall as Rebecca finished her conversation. She was thankful she did because seconds later Rebecca stepped into the hallway. “Elizabeth?” Rebecca asked, stopping when she came face to face with the fiery pinkette, “Is there something I can do for you?”

Beth frowned and shook her head, “No, no, that’s alright. I was just heading back to my room.”

Beth was trying to hide her distrust and apprehension at Rebecca, but she’d nearly forgotten that Rebecca shared Pam’s empathic powers. “Is something wrong?” Rebecca asked, bursting Beth’s bubble, “You seem more nervous than usual.”

Beth cursed inside her head as she tried to decide whether or not to tell the truth or not. The last thing she wanted was to create more of a rift between their group. It was no secret that the pair were far from friends in their motley crew, but the last thing they needed was to escalate their personal issues. However, she had her doubts that she could lie her way out of this one. Finally, Beth decided to take a different approach to explain her nerves, “Do you got a second?”

“I believe time is something we have in abundance for now,” Rebecca replied, “While we are at war, we are resigned to playing the waiting game.”

Beth shifted for a second and looked around. She was sure that this would work, but doing so meant she had to tear down a portion of the walls she typically kept up. “I can’t believe I’m telling you this of all people,” Beth sighed, “No offense, but we aren’t exactly friends given our history.”

“I suppose that’s fair, but these are strange times,” Rebecca shrugged.

“You can say that again,” Beth murmured and crossed her arms, “Between people coming back from the dead, losing a year of time, and being forced into hiding, it’s been a wild ride so far.”

“You’re stalling, dear,” Rebecca said, “You’re telling me nothing that I don’t already know, outside of a few modern expressions.”

“You know what, nevermind,” Beth frowned, “Thanks for reminding me why I don’t bother talking to you.”

Beth was partially relieved that her old rival’s sour attitude had reared its ugly head. It was the perfect excuse for her to get away from an otherwise uncomfortable situation. She was in the process of pushing past Rebecca when she was stopped by a large hand wrapping around her forearm. “I think you’re misunderstanding me,” Rebecca began, meeting Beth’s eyes for a second before she released her grip, “I know how I can come across, especially with our history. However, I did not mean any disrespect. I was simply trying to keep you from getting off topic.”

“Then how about you let me get there,” Beth rolled her eyes, “But fine, whatever you say. Pam and I have been at odds because of how Ingrid is still working with Eva. Jake’s in a sour mood and is blaming himself for everything that’s happened. Then there’s Alexis going on a fucking murder spree when I thought she was taking steps forward. We got a win with Sam and the others, but now we’ve got some freaky monster chick hunting us. It’s like no matter what we do, no matter what I do, it’s one step forward and two steps back.”

“That is something I actually understand,” Rebecca said, continuing when Beth’s frown deepened, “I’m no stranger to feeling as though progress is little more than illusion. You believe you’re taking the next steps towards achieving something greater, but then reality comes crashing down and you find yourself back where you started. It’s discouraging to put it mildly, and it leaves you wondering what the point is. Does that summarize what you’re feeling, dear?”

Beth wasn’t sure how she felt about being called dear by a woman that had seen her as virtually subhuman for years. She decided to overlook it; there were worse things that she could and had been called. “Basically, yeah,” Beth shrugged, “I didn’t figure someone that called themselves a God ever felt that way.”

“Goddess, dear, get it right,” Rebecca corrected her with a small smile, “Titles are little more than names that we assign ourselves to make us feel like more than we truly are. Even at the height of my delusion and selfishness, I knew that deep down. Whether we call ourselves the hero, or the villain, in the storybook of life, we are all mortals regardless of how badly we may wish otherwise. There is no amount of magic, nor science, that can change this.”

“Wow, that’s, uhm, actually pretty deep,” Beth admitted, adding when she heard how she sounded, “No offense, I’m just not used to you talking to me instead of at me, you know?”

 “It is different, I agree,” Rebecca nodded, declining to comment on Beth’s remark, “Getting back to your original point. It is important that we find a way to continue onward. Our roles are different, but our goals are aligned. In a way, they have always run parallel. We seek to elevate and support the people that we care about. It is difficult for me to admit this given my history, but I cannot do everything on my own. We have to lean on one another if we are to achieve any margin of success in these strange times. When one of us begins to fall, or falter, we have to prop one another up.”

Beth’s surprise must have been evident in both her mood and her face by the way Rebecca was looking at her. The last thing that she’d been expecting was to receive anything positive from her old rival. It was almost enough to make her want to ask about the call she’d overheard. However, she wasn’t sure that risking this newfound peace was the wisest move. The likelihood was that it would be gone just as quickly as it came. Still, it was nice to know that the two could find some common ground and speak amicably to one another. 

As much as Beth hated to admit it, Rebecca had a point. It was up to her to carry the people she cared about through whatever they were going through, and it was up to each of them to find a way to succeed. Of course, she wasn’t about to say it aloud to the woman that had humiliated her more times than she could count. Beth shook her head and offered a small smile, “That actually helps. Keeping with that spirit, I think I’m gonna go find Pam.”

“Before you go, I have something for you and Pamela,” Rebecca reached into her pocket and held out her hand holding two glowing, blue, stone squares.

“What’s this?” Beth asked, tentatively grabbing one of the stones.

“Pamela has been teaching you bits and pieces of arcana, correct?” Rebecca began, continuing when Beth nodded, “Then you’re aware of the stone that she fastened to your collar.”

“A little bit, yeah,” Beth replied, “It’s a runestone, and if I understand it right, it lets her communicate and sometimes talk with me. Wait, is that what these are?”

“Very good, Elizabeth, I’m almost impressed,” Rebecca smiled, her almost condescending tone coming back in full force, “I believe you’ve used these before, but these are my personal creations. I wanted to give us something that we could use if we were ever to get separated. It also provided a much needed distraction from some of the more…tumultuous moments alone. They do not have a range limitation on them, and they are able to communicate on different frequencies once they’re attuned to their user. Of course this means that you’ll have to spend some time attuning yourself to the stone, but that should only take a few hours. I’ll give the other to Jake, but I trust you can deliver that to Pamela.”

“Yeah, no problem,” Beth replied,  turning to leave, “Uhm, thanks for, you know, talking to me. I know it’s not easy considering our past, but I appreciate it.”

“You are very welcome,” Rebecca smiled, “Give my regards to Pamela. Let’s do this again sometime, shall we?”

“Sounds like a plan,” Beth said, walking back towards her and Pam’s room.

It wasn’t a long trek, but Beth’s mind was already starting to race as she made her way to her shared room. She looked down at the stones in her hand. She was glad to have a way of communicating with one another that went beyond their short-range walkies. It was great, but Beth’s mind kept going back to the conversation she’d happened to overhear. The stones in her hand were the perfect answer as to how Rebecca had been talking to someone, but the question of who was still unanswered. She decided to bring it up to Pam as she opened the door to their room.

“Hey, Pa-ah!” Beth began before the door slammed shut and she found herself being thrown onto the bed, “What are you-mmph!”

Whatever thoughts Beth had of discussing serious matters of interest and intrigue went out the window when Pam’s lips suddenly crashed against hers. She felt her lover’s dominant tongue invade her mouth for a moment before she felt her teeth rake across her bottom lip. It was far from unpleasant, but she couldn’t remember the last time Pam had shown this level of aggressive passion with her. The longer it went on, the more Beth felt herself beginning to melt in her mistress’ arms. This was the distraction that she needed. Pam broke the kiss and stared down at her with hungry eyes.

“It’s, uhm g-good to see you too,” Beth managed to chuckle.

Pam smiled down at her pet, “I’ve missed you, and I’ve got something I want to show you. But first, strip. Now.”

It had been weeks since Beth had heard that assertive tone from her mistress. If it had been any other woman, she would have bucked up, but Pam wasn’t any ordinary woman. Beth was fighting to get free from her clothes while Pam stood up. She’d just gotten her shirt over her head and was struggling with her bra when she froze. Pam’s body was glowing and seemed to be fizzling in a strange way. She watched with shock and awe as one of Pam’s emotions took physical form. She wasn’t sure what was happening, but she recognized the red glow coming from the duplicate. She was caught more off guard when the red tinged duplicate suddenly lunged at her and practically ripped her pants off.

“Wh-what’s going on?” Beth asked as Pam’s crimson double surprised her again by planting kisses along her legs.

“I have something new that I wanted to try,” Pam replied as her furious clone continued stimulating Beth, “This isn’t exactly what I had in mind for a trial, but she has been insistent on getting some time with you.”

“Mine!” Rage growled, earning a shiver from Beth, “On your back, Kitten, like a good girl…”

Beth swallowed as Pam circled her. She did as she was told and laid on her back. This wasn’t what she had in mind when she returned to her room, but she trusted Pam. They’d gone through hell together and made it back. It was a much needed distraction from everything she had been worrying about. Beth took a deep breath and decided to ride out the wave of emotions that were washing over her. Pam crawled onto the bed above her and inched her foot closer to her face. Meanwhile, her angry and possessive duplicate inched her way closer to her womanhood. This was going to be an interesting experience. Beth gave herself over to her more submissive side and began kissing and licking at Pam’s arch.