Bennett

Holy farking cheese on a cracker the water is cold.

Bennett stands dripping in the frigid air, wondering what the hell she’d been thinking.

Fuck, fuck, fuck… She pumps her legs and arms quickly, trying to shake off the water, brushing another thought away for any possible witnesses to her naked flailing. Fuck, fuck, fuck. She keeps up the refrain as she bounces up the dock and past the shed, taking the stairs two at a time, hooting softly every time her sensitive feet came down on an errant twig or acorn cap. As she reaches the driveway she pictures the blanket she’d napped under on the couch. She dashes back into the house, her goosebumps sprouting goslings and her teeth chattering audibly, her hair clinging to her back in icy r...

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