Heron Lake Plateau got me praying, man, this hunger

Liffey listened as her mate offered a new suggestion. It was a perfectly sound one, and yet, she felt her frustration rise and some inexplicable misery grip her. Alone time? Alone time??? She moaned again, swaying a little as she murmured, "No, no, no, no, noooo..." she whimpered as she stood and looked at him with an expression part angry and part heartbroken.

"My parents will still know, Rannoch. I don't want to be around them at all," she whined, throwing her head back dramatically and turning away from him (actually, turning her back on him so he had a clear shot at the goods, poor guy). This all seemed so terribly hopeless. Her life was a black hole, opening wide to swallow her whole. Hormones were such a damn bitch.