Hall of Infinite Doors
You don't know much about this Mitchell Hoffman, but decide that he's going to be a true gentleman. You get out and close your door, then open her door, slip you hand beneath her legs and carry her slowly to the porch. As you do, the rain soaks her white top so that she looks like she's been in and won a wet T-shirt contest.
As you set Jenny down on the porch, Ashley comes slogging up. Her black high heels are covered in fresh mud. She is clutching her books against her tight long sleeve red shirt. Her tan wool skirt and decoratative black sequined belt are also splotted with mud.
You push the door open and go inside the house. The bright lights reveal a wonderful world of splendor. Except for the dust, everything is bright and of the highest quality. You are standing in the front room. You see Sonya in back walking from the kitchen.
"I don't see her," she says.
As you set Jenny down on the porch, Ashley comes slogging up. Her black high heels are covered in fresh mud. She is clutching her books against her tight long sleeve red shirt. Her tan wool skirt and decoratative black sequined belt are also splotted with mud.
You push the door open and go inside the house. The bright lights reveal a wonderful world of splendor. Except for the dust, everything is bright and of the highest quality. You are standing in the front room. You see Sonya in back walking from the kitchen.
"I don't see her," she says.