Six Sentence Sunday 1o.o7.12

Welcome to Six Sentence Sunday for this week. The months just seem to be flying by, I have been living in the Bay Area for 3 months now (and still have boxes and a room to unpack/put together).
I did see this week, a tree that had changing fall leaves. It had half green leaves and then some beautiful red leaves. It was an awesome sight. I didn't think I would see fall leaves here, and you can be sure I will be going back to photograph that tree soon. So fall in the East Bay = much love!

Anyway, I am continuing with my Karlea and Armani situation. Past entries can be found below, if you would like to get caught up on the scene, which I suggest so you know what is going on here. This snippet continues right where the last left off. 
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Karlea wasn't exactly sure what he meant, but she saw the look in his eyes. She knew, being human, that there was no way to stop him, she was totally fucked at this point. She had known it was risky to go to Flesh alone, but she had to find Vaughn or better yet, Jake; she had to take that risk. And now here she was, at the mercy of Armani, her life in his hands, and something told her that there was no way he was going to be merciful; only Jake or Vaughn could save her from death now, and that didn't look like it was happening.
"Why me - because I was all alone?" Karlea asked.


I so want to keep going. I can tell you that it will get a lot steamier each week. So, if you want more Armani, like I do, keep visiting each Sunday.

Thanks for reading and please comment! I love comments and always reply back and always comment on your six in return :)

Have a great October week!