Shoe GirlChapter 12
Mel set her hot chocolate on the nightstand without even sampling it. “I need to pee,” she said. Unlike my personal bedroom upstairs, this bedroom didn’t have an en suite. I waved my hand vaguely in the direction of the door, expecting Mel to understand she had to go to the bathroom. Mel dismounted from the bed. As I spectated her pert little bum on its journey out of the bedroom, I noticed she was walking strangely, as though trying to keep her legs together. After passing through the...