There’s still a chance to talk myself out of this. Last time, I was as close as I could get without getting caught. At least, that was what I thought at first. The little bag I have with me says I can get closer. That makes my heart flutter and I can’t get the fantasy…
Story Title: A Slip in the Pool
A Slip in the Pool
A simple doorway shouldn’t have this effect on me. My heart is slamming against my ribs. I can feel my hands shake. My cheeks are glowing and sweat is pouring down my forehead. All because that simple little figure on the locker room door doesn’t have a dress. At the same time, my fingers grip…