By Hana M Brimeck I close the window, close my eyes, turn, fall back, and slid down to the floor. I take a moment to catch my breath until my thoughts are interrupted by a cold shiver. ‘I need a hot shower.’ I say to myself as I finally pick myself off the floor with a groan. I peel off my wet sweater and bra, not like they were doing much to cover me anyways. Taking a moment to touch my breasts cupping them in my hands in a futile attempt to warm them up. My skirt drops to the floor...
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