There, she stood at the top, all alone, with dark skin that was still warm from the sun and dry crimped hair reaching out from her head in all directions. Her cheeked had seemed pudgy, but they weren’t. They were swollen from the mouthful of infected caries that she had. The rest of her was curveless and straight as a board. Iggy could see her black panties underneath her short skirt, and the scars… Her brown eyes rounded soberly. She spoke in a hushed voice, “are you alright?” Iggy responded like a timid animal. He darted into the dark hallway from which he had come. Becca ran down after him. “Wait!” she bid him in a whisper. “Wait!”
He clenched his shoulders tight, squeezing until there was no blood left to feed his firing nerves. Just past the doorway of his room, he had a bout of ligh
