The past tugs and screams at Isadora to embrace it and to work through the issues which have plagued her existence for so long. She keeps thinking of Kitty, that summer, what they did together, always writing in her journal, sharing her deepest feelings to hide them away from her consciousness, but no matter how she tries, they never cease.
It's time for her bath time. A ritual that is ingrained in her. Isadora continues trying to resist, but her arms reach for the box, Pandora's box. Inside reminders of the life Isadora would have had, had she not submitted to the anxieties her mind stirred up. Letters and photographs among other things, are found ceremoniously hidden inside the box, to which only Isadora holds the key. When she takes Kitty's panties from their bag, still preserving the scent of their pussies together, Isadora falls victim to her body's urges, and rubs the panties around her wet lesbian pussy,. as she flashes back to the moment the anxieties begin.
Isadora has always been cautious, yet she admires Kitty for embracing her lesbian urges, showing Isadora the pleasures that haunt her to this day.
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