Twister with strangers PART 1
As I dragged the enormous suitcase to the first door in the hallway I could feel hairs from my blonde ponytail coming loose and sticking to the back of my neck. It would be far too exhausting to unpack just now. My small amount of belongings were packed into boxes that sat on the other end of the generously sized bedroom, my dismantled bed frame leaned against one wall and a single mattress had beached itself in a corner. I sighed contently. It must have been only a few minutes later,...