Dorothy could feel that Natalie was getting closer and closer to her. She could even smell Natalie's scent. It was not the scent that a mature woman should have but a kind of very fresh scent. Dorothy could not describe what exactly it was like, but she could not help sniffing it a few more times.

Natalie walked over to Dorothy's side and tilted her head to look at her. Her eyes seemed to be asking Dorothy what her problem was, which were like a clear pool of water. When Dorothy ...