You can't believe you're considering this, but... Gracie and Lacie?

The saying "any port in a storm" might be the reason why your mind goes first to those two twins of torment, the ones who sought to drag you back into hell in what was probably the lowest day of your time at the Academy. Or maybe it's because you have a natural tendency to accentuate the negative in the world around you. Of course you didn't drift towards anyone who had a positive impact on your life. Just the ones who tried to wreck it. That can't be healthy, but it's all you know.

Although there is something unfamiliar that drives you in that direction. Something you don't remember having thought before in all your days: "I'm sure they're good people deep down". That doesn't sound like you. That's not the Rosie who knows exactly how someone is going to hurt her before it happens. It's as if someone different has latched on to your brain. Someone positive (foolish), who sees the good in others (naïve). You're not sure how to feel about this intruder of a brainwave, this uninvited guest coming into your thought process. You don't exactly like it, but... do you dislike it?

This really isn't a good path to follow, though. The fact is, the smell and taste of that mysterious woman's orgasm still hangs on your nose and tongue, and you simply won't stop being erect while that is true. So you'll have to find relief, and something within has decided it'll be with those two.

The main problem, first: you don't know where Gracie and Lacie might hang out. From your sole interaction being harassment followed by a dubiously-consensual sexual encounter, you don't actually know anything about them. You imagine that, bullies as they are, they're the types who suppressed their hobbies and interests in an effort to look cool and leave no potential weaknesses. But then, there's a good reason you're not a psychoanalyst. Either way, it leaves you without a single lead to follow, and you've got to leave it to luck if you want to come across them.

Or so you think, as while you're trying to work out where to look for them, someone collides with you from behind. You swivel around, reflexively apologising for getting in whoever's way, and realise exactly whom you're dealing with.