Gemotions

Mark Thompson's request. It was a call from the past, a demand on her time. She stared at it, her hands clenched. She looked at his profile. The life looked...ordinary. And she? She had what he coveted.

She saw the chance for personal gain as a bright and shimmering lure. The thought of what she might acquire settled deep in her core, a warmth that was not comforting, but hungry.

She envisioned the future, a future where she could leverage his need. She would savor it. She would enjoy it.