Through the red doors, I never expected to see joy radiate along her curves. She glanced my way and held it there, motioning with one finger a punishment.
“You are late.”
“Valentina, wait—”
She grabbed my hand and put it on her waist and began taking my breath away. Close and personal, we glided higher on the rhythm of the floor.
Silence filled the room as she anchored her leg around my waist.
“You can do this,” she leaned into my ear, “dear, I taught you well.”
Eye to eye, I never dreamed of being this adventurous, never this courageous.
Here are the initial first drafts that we were deciding on for the over.
I am looking forward to posting the Zine for this final story, as well as the animated version.