A dry tiny voice in this closed ward filled with the scent of sex and douchebaggery of two hormonal kids was too loud for Gloria's sense of comfort.
Gloria's face immediately turned red like a ripe tomato in shame as the moment she heard her own dry barely suppressed beastly desire tone, she for fleeting second stopped thinking with lower head, making her realize that she just asked to clean her daughter's "mess" in such a pleading tone that she even doubt that by cleaning mess she means using her mouth like Sandra last time.
'What are you doing Gloria?! You were after all used to be head of the Phoenix clan, you should have a little bit of dignity right? If not, wouldn't he look down on me? I don't want to be treated like Sandra *Remembering Sandra's last time treatment'*....I don't want to be forgotten after a few times.'
