Waking Up Slowly Tropical Touches
The damp heat oozed around my body, wrapping itself around me like an oven’s embrace. That clunky fan seemed to whirr in the distance somewhere across the dormitory, but the old relic had evidently lost the fight against nature. I was only one-quarter conscious, but I could tell that the tropical sun had come up and begun baking the city into yet another fiery day. Not one breath of air brushed my skin.My navy blue dress clung to me as I lay there, face down on the bottom bunk, hands tucked...
Exhibitionism