Teresa Graves Nude の小説・ストーリー

Krista exclaimed in well-acted shock. "Just some pictures I had laying around. I thought maybe it was time they saw the light of day." I reached down to the pile of pictures at Donna's feet, pulling out a truly damning picture. In it Donna was leaning back in a hot-tub, her arms stretched across the back, eyes closed. Her breasts were well up out of the water, and her nipples were clearly hard. Krista was standing between her legs, and leaning towards her, naked as the day she was born, her delicious ass just hovering at the top of the water.

Not even a simple "Goodnight." Great. Eighteen hours, and I was apparently the last thing on his mind. The heavy stone in my chest from yesterday hadn't disappeared; it had just settled in, making it hard to breathe. I dragged myself out of bed and into the shower, scrubbing my skin until it turned pink. I brushed my teeth twice to get rid of the stale tequila taste. Then, I walked over to my closet and pulled out one of the outfits Mrs. Graves had gifted me.

Once he couldn't pay the rent on his studio, once he got sick of choking down greasy street food, that ridiculous macho ego he was clinging to would naturally collapse. "You want to make a scene, don't you? Fine. Go sober up out there." Teresa stepped into the bathroom in her heels. Ice-cold water poured over her head, but she didn't even flinch. She just calmly washed away the exhaustion and humiliation of the night before. She changed into her most intimidating black peak-lapel power suit and put on a bold, true-red lipstick. The woman in the mirror had a hard, frosty gaze and edges sharp enough to cut.

Everyone gathered quietly as the cart carrying Milinda’s body was moved out. The wooden coffin was simple and polished, decorated with white flowers. Teresa stood near the front, on the open hallway facing me, with the courtyard between us. She was dressed in a black dress that accentuated her features, but her face was pale, her eyes looking like she hadn’t slept in days. She turned slightly, and our eyes met across the crowd. She looked away quickly. My chest tightened. I exhaled slowly. “That went well,” I murmured. “Just great.”