Hall of Infinite Doors
"Well, yes," you reply, rapidly waking up.
She folds her coat in half and neatly places it over the back of your roommate's chair. Then she tosses her hair back. She's amazing. Her shoes are elegant, yet sexy. You glance up the legs and see that her skirt ends well above the knee. Just a hint of her stomach shows between the yellow skirt and black v-neck she wears above it. She is clean, polished and elegant.
"So, what do you want?" you ask.
She looks down briefly. "It is more of what you want," she says, taking a short step toward you.
"What do you mean?" you ask.
"Let's just say," she says smiling wickedly, "that I'm not wearing any underwear."
Your heart races.
She folds her coat in half and neatly places it over the back of your roommate's chair. Then she tosses her hair back. She's amazing. Her shoes are elegant, yet sexy. You glance up the legs and see that her skirt ends well above the knee. Just a hint of her stomach shows between the yellow skirt and black v-neck she wears above it. She is clean, polished and elegant.
"So, what do you want?" you ask.
She looks down briefly. "It is more of what you want," she says, taking a short step toward you.
"What do you mean?" you ask.
"Let's just say," she says smiling wickedly, "that I'm not wearing any underwear."
Your heart races.