Chapter 4The bus ride home was a soft blur in Maya’s memory. On some level she knew she’d gotten on her bus, paid the fare, made her connection, walked the block and a half to her building, let herself into the apartment, but it was so unimportant that it wasn’t worth remembering.
She needed to get in the shower. Needed it more than food or sleep or…
::Pleasure.::
The sound of her own moans brought Maya back to reality.
She could hear her shower running, but she wasn’t in it yet.
Maya looked at her naked body in her bedroom mirror and felt a surge of captivating arousal as she took in the bright pink thatch of hair between her legs, and the way the rest of her hair and eyebrows had begun to change color to match, the vivid pink growing more and more vibrant.
Her fingers were pinching
