As Sharon escaped from the unfamiliar apartment, she did not go as unnoticed as she'd hoped. Ric had gone looking for his girlfriend, remembering she'd been taking a shower. He needed to be complete, and who better than Shari to do the deed and cement his identity
Unfortunately, the bathroom was empty, with no sign of her to be found, but then the gym jock heard the front door close. He quickly turned and headed out of the apartment, barely catching a glimpse of a woman on the elevator as the doors closed.
Some instinct (or was it a voice) told him that was Shari, even if she looked nothing like her. Smiling cockily, Ric headed for the stairs, certain that he could catch up with her in the lobby. God, he loved being a jock.
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Sharon took the respite offered by the elevator trip to gather her thoughts some more. She knew that the curse could still get if she wasn't careful. What she needed now was to get somewhere alone to come up with a plan to fight back.
But at least she was away from that horrible man Ric. Even if whoever he had been before was ultimately another victim of the curse, Sharon was't going to be safe anywhere near him. Once she had a way to do so, she'd help him. But not before then.
Just then the elevator dinged and the doors slid open. She easily crossed the lobby and out the front door But just as she got out on the street, she heard heavy, labored breathing coming from behind her. Sharon warily turned to see that a very sweaty Ric was standing there , catching his breath in front of the main door of the apartment building.
He looked up, smiling hungrily at her. He'd found her.
"Hey, where ya' going', babe?"
The lesbian had a moment of panic, trying to decide what to do now.