(Scars do not appear to be cause of death –shock ... - Bad Request

"Oh, don't you 'excellent' me, like I'm some backlicker looking for your
approval! I am my own woman, and this woman is about to walk out of your
life unless I get some solid commitment!"
"All right... that's enough out of you, Nenny."
Nenny punched me. I barely felt it. "Take this." She punched me again. "And
this!" She punched me again, promptly turning into a little fist-flailing
whirlwind.
"Okay, okay... ow!" I yelped when she started pinching, "time to let go of the
anger."
Nenny sighed tiredly and rubbed her hands. "Whew. That was easier than I
thought!"
"No kidding."
"And I'm sure I'll do better next time! I'm so excited to have learned
something new... thank you!"
"So, I don't suppose you can tell me who took Vivian's scent?"
"Maybe... I saw that mean, mean Marissa sneaking out of Vivian's room one
night. Now I'm not saying she took it, but I know Marissa's not a very nice
person, and that sure sounds suspicious, huh? I'd go ask her about it."
Nenny nodded at me.
"Well, chief. You made a right banshee out of her," Morte cackled as we left
Nenny's room.
"Next time I'll just send Annah on the girl," I smirked.
~~~~~
The striking young woman had skin the color of burnished copper. A
translucent white dress, held precariously by golden clasps, was draped
carefully over her shapely form like two silver-white streams of milk curving
around her breasts.
"Greetings..."
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