>>5144020Standing motionless on opposite ends of the maintenance passage, you feel your discomfort rise as neither you nor Christy makes an effort to start things off. Normally you don’t have much trouble speaking your mind, but this?
You’re at a loss for words…
Every now and then Christy’s fingers reach for her phone, but just when you think you’re off the hook, she instead brings them back to her neck. It didn’t dawn on you until now that she’s wearing some kind of high-necked undershirt…
As the minutes keep on dragging, you finally take the proverbial ‘<span class="mu-i">plunge</span>’: echoing Ly’s words, you tell her that this might be the only chance you get to talk about it… even if it <span class="mu-i">does</span> suck…
Bringing a shaky hand to her phone’s surface, Christy taps a few phrases in and quietly presses the ‘<span class="mu-i">SPEAK</span>’ button.
“What about it?”
Damn it.
“Guess we’re leadin’ dis’ one.” Ly whispers as the personal assistant continues to guard her throat. “Be uh… try ta’ be gentle, okay, cupcake?”
Easy for <span class="mu-i">him</span> to say… Clearing your throat, you try to come up with the best way to start the conversation…
<span class="mu-b">CHOOSE ONE:</span>
>YOU’RE PRETTY SURE YOU DIDN’T DO IT!>IS SHE ABLE TO TALK AT ALL?>WHAT DOES SHE REMEMBER ABOUT THAT NIGHT?>YOU’RE SORRY… FOR EVERYTHING.>YOU UH, YOU GUESS YOU LEFT HER… SPEECHLESS! HA HA…>WRITE-IN! 