Gale
The morning sun filtered through the blackout curtains, a small sliver of sunlight piercing the veil between the outside world and the small oasis that we called home for the night. Andy lay strewn out amongst the pillows and blankets, the solitary beam of sunlight casting itself against the supple swell of her bare breasts. I'd been watching for signs of another nightmare, but there were no outwardly signs of an internal struggle if there was one.
We were one more day's trip away from Proctor's. We'd stop in a neighboring town for the night and be at Proctor's first thing tomorrow morning. The journey so far had been enlightening, Andy worried of not fitting in, not being good enough, but over and over again has proven that she is the Luna of us all, her radiant presence united pe
