Stacy would be at her cabin right now but she needed some alone time to think and could not get distracted by potentially getting into another fight with Jamie. She eagerly anticipated her inevitable confrontation with her two blonde adversaries, Rebecca and Hannah. She looked forward to avenging her defeat at Hannah’s hands and then fucking both her and Rebecca’s hair after proving herself to be the superior blonde once and for all. Some women take pride in their tits. Some take pride in their asses. Some take pride in both. Some take pride in neither but if there’s one thing that every woman on the planet takes pride in, it is her hair and Stacy was no exception.
Despite her excitement, she wondered when Broderick would summon her and her two rivals and what exactly the voyeuristic billionaire had planned for their fight. She had no doubt that he would demand to be allowed to watch. She didn’t care. She had sexfights with men watching before. All that mattered to Stacy was dominating her opponents and making them her bitches. Especially two bitches that had done so much to earn her ire.
Despite her love of fucking them, Stacy detested other women and saw them all as enemies and there were three types of women that Stacy despised in particular. In third place, other honey blondes. Being the narcissist that she was, she thought herself the best honey blonde in the world and would challenge any other to make sure they all knew it. In second place, blondes of different shades. This was the basis of her rivalry with Rebecca and Hannah. She was a staunch honey blonde supremacist, thinking that it was the only true shade of blonde that there was and this is typically one of the only two things that would bring her together with other honey blondes.
However, in first place was the blondes’ natural enemy, the brunettes. Stacy hated brunettes with a fiery passion. To the point where she’d even be willing to look past her animosity for other blondes of any shade in order to unite against them. There is deep speculation that blondes and brunettes were the progenitors of sexual rivalry and nymphomania to begin with but it has never been proven. Like most blonde nymphos, Stacy thought of brunettes as smug, arrogant cxnts and given Stacy’s own arrogance, that should say something. The more Stacy hated a woman, the more she loved to fuck her and therefore, she loved to fuck brunettes more than any other kind of woman. Stacy firmly believed that it is every brunette’s place to be the sexual playthings of blondes and to lick blonde pussies whenever ordered to do so.
Just thinking about brunettes made Stacy’s blood boil with anger and desire and by sheer luck or perhaps fate, the honey blonde had walked down a hallway to see a naked, unconscious brunette laying on the floor.
‘Now, who is this brown haired whore?’ Stacy wondered to herself. ‘No doubt being left in a puddle of her own cum after being fucked down by a superior hot blonde bitch.’
Stacy could smell the ripe pussy in the air. She knew that a sexfight had just occurred here. She immediately fantasized about double teaming this brunette with the hot blonde bitch that she convinced herself had fucked her and then fucking the hot blonde bitch to prove her own superiority in turn. Stacy then broke out of her sexual fantasies upon noticing something about the brunette.
‘Wait a minute…’ Stacy thought to herself. ‘No fucking way!’
This brunette was the one and only Brooke MacTavish! A wanted criminal and quite possibly the most famous brunette nymphomaniac in the world. Her former protege, Vanessa Price was the only one that came close. Stacy had truly hit the jackpot this time. Both as a nympho and as an agent. She would bust her but then she began to wonder who could have possibly left Brooke in this condition. The woman was a sexual beast. She knew all about her and the 732 girls. Vanessa Price was probably the only brunette in the world that Stacy had even the smallest amount of respect for and Brooke crushed her in carnal combat. This seemed very suspicious but Stacy would not look a gift horse in the mouth. She took handcuffs out of her purse and approached her target.
Stacy was just about to cuff her when suddenly Brooke sprung to life. Before Stacy had any chance to react, Brooke had slipped behind her and got her in a choke hold, holding the blonde’s legs down with her own.
“Agh!” Stacy groaned in surprise and then frustration.
“Nice try, blondie…” Brooke lectured. “But I didn’t get this far in life by ever letting my guard down.”
“I know who you are, you brunette cxnt!” Stacy declared. “I’m taking you in!”
“You’ll have to tame me first, you beach blonde bimbo.” Brooke challenged.
“Looks like I wasn’t the first one.” Stacy mocked. “I can smell the sex in the air! You were fucked out!”
“Oh, that?” Brooke asked. “I let the other two win. It got out of a hand as a two-on-two match and I was just after one of them. I’ll deal with her later.”
“A likely story.” Stacy mocked. “I bet a hot blonde babe made you cum buckets inside of her and then left you here to fester!”
“You’d like to think that, wouldn’t you?” Brooke asked rhetorically. “You blonde bitches are all the same. More clit than brains. And no. It was two ravens.”
“Yeah, right!” Stacy dismissed. “Let me go and I’ll show you just how much clit we blondes have!”
“Not here.” Brooke said. “I’m sick of this cramped hallway. Let’s settle this in my cabin. I need a shower anyway.”
“I’m always up to grind sluts down in the shower.” Stacy agreed.
“Well, at least you blondes have some brain cells after all.” Brooke teased.
The brunette let her soon to be rival go and led her to her cabin. They watched each other carefully. Both to make sure the other nympho didn’t try anything and also just to ogle her. They soon made it to Brooke’s cabin and into her bathroom. The two silently and rather awkwardly stared at the empty shower.
“You wanted a shower. Go right ahead.” Stacy said deviously.
“I’m watching you, whore.” Brooke warned.
“And I know you’re enjoying the view, slut.” Stacy bragged.
Brooke herself wasn’t quite as into the blonde-brunette sex wars as Stacy was. She often had bigger problems to deal with but that didn’t mean that she didn’t love to fuck the vanity right out of blondes every now and again. The cop turned narco turned bounty hunter stepped into her shower and turned the water on. She waited for it to get warm as she kept her eye on her soon to be opponent before stepping underneath the shower and letting the now warm water wash over her. Her long, thick, flowing brown hair got soaked and matted to her flawless skin as she enjoyed the relaxing sensation. Stacy wasted no time in stepping right in with her and charging into her. Brooke was ready and turned just in time to make it a head on collision.
“Oof!” They both grunted upon glorious contact.
Stacy’s F cups waged war on Brooke’s H cups as the blonde found herself drenched by the water herself. They wrapped their arms around one another and immediately took their tongues out to lick at one another. They felt water droplets pour on their tongues as they waged oral war on each other. Brooke spanked Stacy hard enough to splash water off of her heart shaped ass. Stacy returned the favor. Shower sex was truly a thing of beauty. So primal and sensual. The heat, steam and feeling of water as you fuck the other woman was unlike anything else, really. Stacy pushed Brooke into the wall of the shower as they broke their licking fight.
“So long as I draw breath, I’ll never get tired of reminding you pathetic brunettes of your inferiority.” Stacy mocked. “And fucking a legend like you into submission will make blonde supremacy undeniable.”
“You blonde bimbos are so insecure.” Brooke mocked. “You could fuck every brunette on Earth and it wouldn’t satisfy you…not that you could if you tried.”
Stacy grinned deviously and rammed her tongue straight through Brooke’s mouth, engaging her rival in a ferocious kiss fight.
“Mmmmffff!!!!” Brooke moaned in surprise before getting into it and kissing Stacy right back.
“Where would you self-righteous hoes be without us?” Stacy asked rhetorically. “You know that all men wanna fuck us more than you. You can’t stand that. So you started this war with us to feel better about yourselves.”
“If all men wanna fuck you more, then why are there so many of us?” Brooke argued. “I got this brown hair from my Mother, FYI.”
“And I got these lovely golden locks from mine.” Stacy bragged. “I bet mine could outfuck yours too.”
“You’re getting ahead of yourself, goldilocks.” Brooke mocked. “If you know who I am, then you should know that it was a terrible idea to pick a fight with me but being a blonde, I’m sure this is all going through one ear and out the other.”
“Oh, shut your smug ass up.” Stacy spat. “You brunettes all think you’re so goddamn smart! Always so aloof and looking down on everyone else!”
Stacy was about to continue when Brooke silenced her mouth with her tongue. Stacy immediately got back into the kiss fight. The two had gotten sidetracked with their arguing and remembered why they were here. The brunette pushed back against the blonde and her bigger tits gave her an advantage and forced Stacy back as Brooke sucked on her tongue. Brooke pushed Stacy onto the shower floor and forcibly spread her legs with her own before filling the gap with her cxnt.
“Mmmmm!!!” Stacy yelped.
The ultimate contact had been made. Brooke’s soaking wet brown hair fell over Stacy’s face as her bitter enemy had her way with her. Brooke did this on purpose. She wanted to literally rub it in Stacy’s face that she was currently getting pussy fucked by a Brunette. Brooke’s legendary clit pounded into her rival’s as the hot water droplets continued to pelt both of them. Stacy’s own honey blonde tresses fanned out behind her head on the shining, wet, tiled shower floor. Stacy felt her breasts get mushroomed by Brooke’s gigantic H cups. Her muscles spasmed as her legs jerked around from the overwhelming pleasure. She already began to feel her first orgasm coming on.
“Mmmmmmmmmmffffffffffffff!!!!!!!” Stacy screamed into Brooke’s mouth as she came and came hard.
Brooke exhaled in euphoria as she felt Stacy pump her ejaculate inside of her and then broke the kiss in a spray of spit that was immediately washed away by the shower. Brooke sat back as she left Stacy huffing and puffing.
“I do love making you blondes cum.” Brooke boasted as she caught her breath. “Next time I’ll leave your mouth free so that I can hear you scream.”
As she struggled to catch her breath, Stacy realized her mistake. In all the heat of her hatred of brunettes, she had forgotten who she was fighting. La Malvada’s former second in command. A sexual titan of extreme power and prestige. If Brooke was a blonde, especially a honey blonde, Stacy would probably even idolize her. She finally caught her breath as she found her resolve. No more underestimating her. She had to fuck Brooke with everything she had to even have a chance at overcoming such a carnal warrior.
“You win round one, cxnt.” Stach begrudgingly admitted. “But we’ve got a long night ahead of us.”
“I’ll look forward to breaking you like the cum dumpster you are all night long.” Brooke bragged.
Stacy sat up and flipped her soaking wet, honey blonde hair back that she was so proud of. She then spread her legs open.
“Come over here and grind pussies with me, you cheap whore.” Stacy commanded. “My cxnt is thirsty for sweet revenge.”
“It’s thirsty for another thrashing, you meant to say.” Brooke mocked. “But sure.”
The brunette crossed her legs with the blonde and joined lower lips.
“Ooh!!” Brooke yelped.
“Fuck!” Stacy cursed. “You’re gonna be spraying harder than this shower long before I get done with your inferior brunette twat!”
“Not if I sink this ship from all your weakling blonde cum first!” Brooke shot back.
The two busty blonde and brunette bombshells continued to violently trib one another as if their very lives depend on it. Their hatred of each other mixed with their mutual lust fueled their every action. That above all else was what separated sexfighting from typical, non-competitive sex. The sheer emotional catharsis of it all. There is always a competitive edge with sexfighting, even friendly ones but a sexfight between women who despise each other is where the game reaches its peak of sheer ecstasy. All of their anger, hatred and desire to destroy the other woman is released alongside the overwhelming pleasure. It is a high unlike any other. One that cannot even begin to be imagined by those who have not taken part in it themselves. Attempting to describe it would be the equivalent of trying to describe color to someone who was born blind. That is what made hatred and lust such an addictive combination and boy ever, did Brooke and Stacy hate but also lust for each other.
The water continued pouring down on them as they fucked viciously and ravenously. Like animals devoid of human logic and running purely off of instinct. Stacy’s F cups, despite their smaller size, were putting up an admirable fight against Brooke’s larger, more powerful and more experienced H cups. Even the brunette was impressed.
“You’re holding your own for a brainless blonde bimbo.” Brooke admitted. “But let’s put your multitasking skills to the test, shall we?”
Before Stacy could respond, Brooke grabbed her by her drenched golden hair and used her grip to yank Stacy into her before smashing her mouth into her enemy’s and mercilesly raping her mouth with her tongue once again.
“Mmmmfffff!!!” Stacy groaned in anger and determination as she kissed Brooke back to the best of her ability.
She pulled Brooke’s equally soaked brown locks back as the two hellcats furiously made out. Stacy took it a step further by slithering her hand down Brooke’s voluptuous form and grabbing her plump, firm ass cheek nice and hard. Brooke immediately reciprocated. Their pussies pumped waves of juices into one another as they fucked and their pulsating, pink pleasure buds battled for supremacy. Nipples slid alongside each other before settling and deeply penetrating the other woman’s areolas.
And while all of this was going on, both of their eyes were wide open and staring deeply into one another. If looks could kill…The expressions on their faces were of unadulterated fury and absolute concentration. Inside of their warring mouths, their tongues wrestled and slid all over each other as they swallowed back their opponent’s sugary saliva. The water, heat and steam further compressed their oxygen and eventually, they had to break away, which they did with a pop of the lips and deep exhales from both of them. They both panted like dogs but didn’t take their eyes off of each other for a fraction of a second. The constant downpour combined with the physical exertion of what they were doing began to take its toll on their appearances. Their drenched hair was disheveled and messy, running all over the place on their smoking hot bodies.
“Mother…fucker…” Stacy cursed in between baited breaths.
“I’m not…even close…to done with you yet.” Brooke vowed.
Stacy responded by summoning all of her energy and pouncing on Brooke, pinning her up against the shower wall while she sat up, forming an L shaped position. Stacy flipped her soaked honey blonde hair, feeling it land hard on her back as she humped and tribbed away at her prey.
“Aghh!!” Brooke groaned.
“Looks like round two goes to me, you brunette bitch!” Stacy bragged.
“Typical arrogant blonde! You haven’t even made me cum yet!” Brooke pointed out.
“It’s a foregone conclusion.” Stacy boasted.
The honey blonde continued ruthlessly pussy fucking her hated, bitter enemy, making hair wet hair fly around her lovely head and her big, bulbous breasts jiggle about like gelatine molds. It was a sight to behold. Brooke, never being one to take such things lying down, especially after finally freeing herself from La Malvada, reached up and squeezed Stacy’s mommy milkers until she felt her fingers become completely swallowed and absorbed by the tiddy meat.
“Ohh!!” Stacy yelped. “Assaulting my babies won’t save you from getting your cxnt wrung out like a sponge!”
“But it will make it harder on you and make you squirm and that’s good enough for me!” Brooke mocked.
“Fucking brown haired cxnt!” Stacy cursed.
“Miserable blonde whore!” Brooke shot back.
There was no doubt about it. Blondes and brunettes lived to torment one another. Especially sexually. They were like oil and water. Brooke winced one eye shut as she began to feel the pressure mounting up. She was honestly starting to believe that Stacy might just be the toughest fight she’s had on this cruise so far but she would never admit to the arrogant blonde bitch.
“You’re not the only one who likes grabbing milk bags!” Stacy announced as she reached down and reciprocated Brooke’s violent breast squeezing.
Brooke hissed in response as she began to feel her climax closing in on her at breakneck speeds.
“God…damn…yoooooouuuuuuu!!!!!!!!” Brooke cried out as she came.
She burst all up inside of Stacy, making the blonde bitch moan in bliss as she felt the powerful jet blast inside of her before falling off of Brooke, finally. The two huffed and puffed, struggling to catch their breath past the increasingly thick steam while the shower continued to pelt them. Stacy had managed to make Brooke cum but it took quite a bit out of her. Stacy decided that it would be best to switch things up for now. Brooke was just a sexual juggernaut and taking her head on was suicide. The honey blonde reached up and switched the water off, finally letting the steam dissipate.
“What’s wrong, you brainless blonde bitch?” Brooke asked mockingly. “You don’t want to get wet with me anymore?”
“Oh, I want to get wet with you all night long…” Stacy said seductively. “But it’ll be awfully hard to taste your pussy past all that water and steam.”
“Oh, that’s how you want to play it, do you?” Brooke asked. “Alright then. I’ll tongue fuck you into a coma and then tongue fuck you some more in your sleep like you tried to do to me!”
The two busty, beautiful, bodascious bombshells got into position alongside each other. They laid across from one another in opposite directions and in a perfectly horizontal position. No top and bottom. They’d be perfectly even. No different blood flows giving one nympho an advantage over the other.
“Ready when you are, you beach blonde bimbo.” Brooke said tauntingly.
“I’m always ready, you bony brunette bitch.” Stacy shot back.
They both opened their legs before enclosing them around their bitter enemy’s head, letting her dripping wet, long, matted hair blanket across her legs before tightly gripping their opponent’s tight, glistening ass cheeks, letting their fingers become absorbed and swallowed by the booty meat. Then at the exact same moment, they took a big, deep breath, opened their mouths nice and wide and dove face first into the other bitch’s red, ripe muff. Their tongues plunged deeply and thoroughly into their rival’s cxnt, exploring every nook and cranny within reach. With the sounds of the shower now gone, there was nothing to be heard but the sounds of slurping, swallowing and sensual moaning, grunting and gasping as two sex crazed hellcats devoured each other like starving predators.
“Mmmmmmfffffff!!!!” They both groaned.
Their sounds of pure ecstasy echoed off of the tiled walls of the cabin bathroom. The noises alone could get even the most strictly abstinent in the mood. Stacy, being the unrepetent cum slut that she is, was having the time of her life in particular. Loving eating pussy is a given for any nymphomaniac but Stacy loved it especially. She loved everything having to do with women’s cum. As long as she was in control, of course. She still remembered the humiliation of Hannah using her hair as a cum rag. It took all day for Stacy to wash the smell of her pussy out of her beloved honey blonde locks. She would make the dirty blonde bitch pay but for the moment, she had a bitchy brunette to out tongue fuck.
The two battling beauties each had their own unique flavor and they both wondered how much of their enemy’s previous opponents’ flavor was mixed into what they were currently eating. Brooke’s pussy tasted more tangy and savory whereas Stacy’s cxnt was more sweet and even kind of sugary. The less experienced and close minded would not be able to notice but all women in general have unique flavors to their twats and the more experienced a nymphomaniac is, the more she is able to pick up on such things. It is just one of the many, many, many perks of a life of nymphomaniacal debauchery.
‘Fucking delicious brunette cxnt!’ Stacy thought to herself as she continued feasting on Brooke.
‘Goddamn succulent blonde pussy!’ Brooke thought to herself as she resumed making a meal out of Stacy.
The battling blonde and brunette bitchy bimbos had climaxed quite a few times at this point and swallowed back as much of their bitter rival’s delicious discharge as they could while the rest was blasted onto their faces and then streamed into their hair. Some of it even dripped down their jawlines, then their collarbones, tits and even all the way down to their toned bellies. The unique, kinky and somewhat ticklish feeling only further inflamed their raging nympho blood. Stacy decided to escalate this oral war and began focusing her assault on her brunette enemy’s distended clit. She opened her mouth nice and wide and proceeded to wrap her lips around the alluring pleasure organ and sucked on it hard like a piece of candy.
“Ooommmffff!!!” Brooke yelped into Stacy’s pussy as she felt a volt of pleasure run through her veins, briefly numbing her.
‘Alright, you blonde bitch.’ Brooke thought to herself. ‘You wanna suck clits? Let’s fucking suck some goddamn clits!’
Brooke quickly and passionately reciprocated the clit sucking. She slurped all over her blonde opponent’s pulsating, pink pleasure bud, sending a powerful, internal shockwave of pleasure through Stacy’s flawless body.
“Oooommmmfffff!!!” Stacy groaned.
‘This is just one of the many reasons while I will always love fucking you brunette whores!’ Stacy thought to herself. ‘You never give up! You never get tired of getting fucked by us superior blondes! Just as we never get tired of using our perfect pussies to remind you all of your place!’
The clit sucking war was now well and truly on. The two squeezed each other’s asses so hard to the point where the blood flow of their fingers began to feel somewhat cut off. Thankfully, their glorious cheeks were so muscular and meaty that the squeezing didn’t cause any serious danger to them. A boa constrictor would rip itself in half trying to strangle those beautiful dump trucks. The two continued climaxing, splattering one another’s faces and hair with their feminine fluids time and time and time and time again. Eventually, all good things must come to an end. They finally split apart from each other, hyperventilating. They were both exhausted now but for that very reason, it was still anyone’s fight.
The two rested up for a bit and contemplated what to do next. They were both still quite damp, especially after cumming in each other’s faces so many times and the cramped and uncomfortable environment of the shower was starting to get to them. They both sat up as they caught their breath and flipped their still soaking wet hair back.
“Let’s take this to the cabin.” Brooke proposed. “I want to be in a more comfortable environment when I fuck your insecure blonde cxnt off.”
“Fine by me.” Stacy agreed. “The location won’t make a difference when I make you eat out my superior blonde pussy by the end of it.”
The two got up and stretched their weary bones before stepping out of the shower and finally drying off. Almost immediately after exiting the bathroom, the two pounced on one another, struggling to wrestle the other nympho to the ground so that she could fuck her brains out.
“You came all over me so many times…” Stacy said with lust. “It’s been so long since a brunette weakling like you gave me a nice cum shower. Brunette cum is so delicious and feels amazing on my skin…”
“Not nearly as many times as you showered me in your pathetic blonde cum.” Brooke shot back. “It always tastes so sweet and tangy…How would you like a taste?”
“Oh, you are so on!” Stacy agreed. “Let’s make out, bitch!”
They brought their tongues out and immediately slid them into each other’s mouths, fighting desperately as they slurped all over one another, swallowing back sugary saliva mixed with their own savory cum. Their knees began to get weak as they got down into the carpeted floor. They pushed into one another as their big, bouncy tits compressed together. Each desperate to push the other down. It was a test of strength. A war of attrition. One moment, Brooke seemed to be pushing Stacy down only for the honey blonde to counter and push her back down, rinse and repeat. They would on occasion break their vicious tongue war to talk trash to one another.
“I taste so much better than you, whore.” Stacy bragged.
“That’s still my cum in your mouth then, slut.” Brooke shot back.
They would immediately resume their soul sucking kiss as they mercilessly raped each other’s pussy addicted mouths. However, their exhaustion was still ever present, looming over them like a ghost. Eventually, it would prove to all be too much for one of them in particular…and that one of them was Stacy. The blonde’s heart sank into her gut as she felt her bones growing weaker by the second and Brooke pushing into her while she lacked the strength to push back.
‘I’ve got you now, bitch!’ Brooke thought to herself.
The powerful brunette pinned her struggling opponent to the carpeted floor, her golden hair fanning out behind her head as Brooke’s own brown tresses curtained their faces. Brooke proceeded to grind and hump into Stacy with absolutely everything she had.
“Mmmmmmfffff!!!” Stacy yelped from the overwhelming pleasure.
Her legs spasmed and jerked around but Brooke held her still. Her mouth was getting fucked by Brooke’s tongue. Her tits were getting penetrated by Brooke’s nipples and her pussy was getting dominated by that of her brunette rival. To say that Stacy was frustrated by her current predicament would be an understatement. She did everything she could to try and break free. She yanked on Brooke’s brown hair that Stacy despised so much as hard as she could with one hand while using the other to spank Brooke’s big, taut ass cheeks hard, creating a whip cracking sound and making her cheeks bounce in response. It did nothing. Brooke had her right where she wanted her.
‘No! Goddamnit, no!’ Stacy thought to herself in a panic.
Brooke grinned in satisfaction as she unleashed her final attack. She pushed her clit as hard into Stacy’s as possible and put all of her body weight on her blonde enemy. She broke the kiss just to hear Stacy scream and boy ever, did she scream.
“Nooooooooooooooo!!!!!!!!!” Stacy shrieked like a banshee as she climaxed.
Brooke gasped and exhaled out loud as she was pumped full of Stacy’s hot, sweet, blonde ejaculate that she loved so much. Stacy had orgasmed so powerfully that her eyes had even rolled into the back of her skull just before she passed out finally. Brooke panted for a bit as she smiled, basking in her victory.
“I guess we can give this round to the brunettes.” Brooke said out loud to no one in particular.
She unlatched her lower lips from Stacy’s before getting up, stretching and dragging the unconscious bitch by her precious blonde hair towards the cabin door before tossing her wet, naked body out into the hallway, leaving her more or less in the exact same state that Stacy had found Brooke in in the first place. Brooke then slammed the cabin door and dusted her hands, proud of her win. The naked brunette beauty then hopped into her bed, giving herself a well deserved rest. She inhaled and exhaled deeply, pondering what her next move should be.
She suddenly remembered that Jamie was nowhere to be seen when she had woken up but she was so focused on fighting Stacy that she didn’t notice at first. She was sure the little ginger spitfire was okay but she wondered if their partnership was still on. Jamie’s strangely strong physical resemblance to Sabrina made her think of the 732 girls. Vanessa in particular. Despite leaving on less than good terms, she still cared for her. Vanessa was like a little sister to her once and she hoped they would meet again one day. She also hoped that Vanessa will have gotten stronger and provide Brooke more of a challenge.
‘Us brunettes have such a bond with each other.’ Brooke thought to herself. ‘We’re not always at each other’s throats and cxnts like blondes are. That’s just one of the many reasons why brunettes are superior.’
Brooke then drifted off into a nice, deep sleep.
