C1291 People Are Afraid of Loneliness

Of course it would have to be Viola knocking on the door, that's all.

She stood tall, wiping her white hair with a towel, and said, "Sorry to bother you."

I said, "I didn't disturb you."

Her wet hair, in her nightgown, yes, half in, not a good dress, and her big breasts, faintly discernible.

Isn't this intentionally trying to tempt me?

Then she said, "I'll take the dryer."

I said, "Oh, oh