Deep Secret Ch 16 Bras
Not long after falling asleep, I woke up, really thirsty. The clock read 3:58 AM and I was beat. I stumbled, naked, into the kitchen. The tap water in town, though nationally rated highly for its quality, was not my cup of tea. I opened the refrigerator, took out a bottled water. I guzzled it like I might have guzzled a beer ten years ago as a college kid downing one in a chugging contest. Staring absentmindedly into the Simone’s refrigerator, I was a little disappointed at how little was...