Fiona’s Point Of View;

I groan in irritation as I take off my top and throw it into the sink. I am drenched to skin and I smell like orange juice. Even my bra is soaked. If I leave it on, It will become sticky and very uncomfortable.

 

I am still wondering how I’ll get the juice out of my top and bra when the door opens, and to my horror, Dwayne walks in. What is he doing here? I quickly take my hands up to my chest to cover myself, and he just stands there. Staring at me. He has something in his hand. A new top for me...