Josephine slid the slinky dress down her body and kicked it
onto the nicked wooden bench. Her feet
ached from the cold and walking so far in the flimsy shoes that sadly fell
apart two blocks from the dorm. She’d
tossed them in a rusted receptacle and continued barefoot, grateful there was
no ice on the walkways. The steam from
the shower billowed outward leaving moisture droplets on the faded gray
tiles. Josephine loved slipping into the
bathroom reserved for the floor monitors.
Thankfully, she had made nice with the lovely redheaded junior from the
third floor, and the attractive, lacrosse-playing junior with the rock hard abs
on the second floor. Both had given her
free license – and the key code – to use the faculty bathroom.
Sunday, March 3, 2013
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