Lillah sighed as the other took firm hold of the gun again. "Shoes first," she explained as she crouched down to untie the laces of her sneakers. After slipping off her shoes, she set them aside and the dirty socks followed. Her feet bare, Lillah stood--each of her movements slow and deliberate to show she didn't mean any harm--and pulled the tanktop off to reveal a grey sports bra. She was dirty and a bit hairy having gone without a shower for what felt like weeks, but her dark skin was free of any bites. [i]This is fucking embarressing,[/i] she thought, clearing her throat as she felt her cheeks warm a bit. She unbuttoned her pants and let them drop to her ankles to reveal her underwear, which were grey boy shorts. Lillah was built like a boy: flat torso and stomach accented by toned muscles--even the beginning of a six pack. Self conscious, she crossed her arms over herself and glanced away, shifting her weight.