A few days and the guy would get on her tits. Her skin was cool to touch and her smoothness fascinated him. April had never felt so screwed and secure. She had never been anywhere long enough to form attractions or relationships with boys. The walls had been painted in what looked like magnolia emulsion paint. From the corner of her eye, she could see bare feet approaching her. Her Mom was to thank for that. The aches and pains of her encounter with Max floated away and were replaced with nothing but well-being. She laughed and descended into gut wrenching guffaws. Not an unusual condition in the mornings, but along with her nakedness was a realisation that she wasn’t in her own bed. “You’re awake then”. A snatch of conversation in the ladies was the last thing she could remember from last night.
