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Date Posted: 20:26:40 02/17/03 Mon
Author: Amanda Vegita-Williams Hashiba Curtindolph
Subject: ...I'm gonna be sick.
In reply to: Guess Who?!? 's message, "Why are are you asking "Iggy!" how he's getting out of this?" on 14:58:53 02/14/03 Fri

“Well, I do want to see my sister live long enough to make me a few nieces and nephews,” he said, then disappeared.

Amanda just stood there, unable to completely comprehend what just happened. When she did, she threw down Golden Sun, pulled off her tiara, flew for the nearest bathroom, and vomited. Several times. When she managed to stop remembering what little breakfast she had eaten that morning for VJ’s sake, she frantically brushed her teeth, paying special attention to her tongue.

“Oh Kami!” she screamed, hiding her face in her hands. If she wasn’t so upset, she would have reverted back to normal. Instead she just staggered back into the training room and sat down in a corner.

“What was I thinking?!” she wailed as her wings folded around her, shielding her from view. “How could I?! How?! What was I thinking?! I frenched him, for God’s sake! I seduced him! Gods, what was I thinking?!” She then realized something. “I wasn’t thinking. I was just listening to my damned hormones! Oh, how aptly named those things are, too. All they need is a ‘W’!” She started crying. “I’m such a whore! I’m no better than Bulma! I cheated on Iggy! I’m no better than Bulma! Those kids were right. That’s all I am, a whore!” A feather flicked off one of her tears. “I cheated on Iggy! And not just with anyone! With his own damned brother! I’m no better than Bulma!” Amanda continued to cry until she felt a hand touch her right wing. It wasn’t Rowen; he’d put his arm around her and murmur soft words to comfort her. It wasn’t Jon because he, quite frankly, wouldn’t give a damn. And it wasn’t Vegita because he’d gather her up in his arms and promise revenge for her and her honor. That left only two people, and she really didn’t want to face the one she thought it was.

“Come to visit your whore, Enigma?” she said forlornly, tears in her eyes. “’Cause that’s what I am, ya know, just some two-dollar slut, willing to turn tricks for any man I come across.” A ring fell to the floor and was pushed forward by a bottom wing. “Take it back, please. I don’t have the right to be your fiancée anymore.”

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