Sunhat
The brim of her light purple sunhat came in first, and she took it off and set it aside as she closed the door. It was clear she didn't have an umbrella and her hat was as drenched as she was. I got a good look at her as she turned from the door and walked over to my desk, breathing heavily like she'd been running. She wore a violet colored sundress that matched the yellow ribbons on her hat, but with the rain it didn't flow like a sundress should; it clung to her naked body like a...