[color=blue]"I see. Should I get a labor maker? I wouldn't want to use 'your' food." [/color]Roxy snapped before getting up from the table and heading towards the work out area. She didnt pick up the knives this time instead she started kicking the bag that was hanging from the ceiling. She gave it a perfect round house kick. 

She didn't know why she was hurt by Jess' rejection of her. She should be used to it by now. There was no reason why the empath would want to be her friend. No reason to think the would simply share everything. Of course the other woman would want her things. The empath was used to being alone just like she was. There was no reason to change that simply because they had to live together for the rest of their lives. Together but alone. It was the story of her life. She should have expected it.