Ivi staggered, supporting her movements with her arms on the wall.. to an extent she couldn't catch a complete breath...
"There's nothing funny Sandra".....
"I know I joke all the time Alexandra; but in my soul tonight I'm not joking at all or I'm a pervert".
Ivi did say nothing, she only was glaring at her without words... her heart racing.. "Alexandra?"
she snapped back and then hugged her... "I know myself, maybe he did possess me the first time we made love, he manipulated me to an extent..... that.. that....
"Shut up, don't that anything... just do as I say"..
she nodded crying, Sandra dried her face with a hand towel... "This trial time, you need him or we perish"..
she really is ashamed of her attitude, ashamed of going back to him, ashamed of apologizing but yeah... what ever it takes, what ever it should take her no!, she will go to him, go and find him and make an offer... her life to him....
They walked back inside holding hands...