Beach reading The night is her day, the moon is her sun, and the asphalt rooftop looking out on the city's lonely, twinkling lights is her beach. She wears a tiny red bikini, and her slim pale body--too pale for both health and fashion--rests on a plastic chaise. She reads something forbidden on the glowing, lozenge-shaped device that has fascinated her for almost a year. Her thick chestnut bangs fall into her eyes, and she sweeps them back with a shake of her head. She's absorbed in her book; she wants to know what happens next. A loud thud disrupts her reverie, and she springs up, moving with predatory swiftness towards the noise. She feels rather sheepish when she almost knocks over her new neighbors. They are a matched set of excessively good-looking graduate students--one light and one dark--who live on the ground floor and eye her with wary desire, exactly what they are doing now. In fact, they seem mesmerized by the sight of her long pale body and the tiny strips of crimson cloth obscuring what they probably think of as the good parts.
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