The Omega's Surge
They could hardly believe it; and I found it difficult to do so too, as I helped the Omega straighten the shirt, and now stood watching her in red and black stripes, with her hands protected by long sleeves.
But I knew she would still feel the cold, as her blouse skirt sadly sat above her dusty knees, showing a lot of cleavage, and allowing more than enough air in. However, her still being open to the cold wasn't as sad as how the clothes swap suddenly made us a funny pair.
I myself now topless, and the Omega now possessing the same look as a female lead singer of a gothic opera.
I paused, admiring her again, sauntering my eyes all over, subtly and furtive, and all in one glance, then turned
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