Then she washed her rich, chocolate hair which grew to a few vertebrae past her shoulders. As she worked soap into every square inch skin, Anya observed her figure. XXNX Then she washed her rich, chocolate hair which grew to a few vertebrae past her shoulders. She continued to stare, thinking about how she would make the most of the first weekend her roommate, Tara, was gone. In two hours and a half she would have to go to class. Nevertheless, she liked them. Since the only hair she allowed to grow was atop her scalp, they, and her tight little mound, provided the only variance of color–a soft pink on a creamy (slightly off) white. Then she realized Dark Side of the Moon was playing on her stereo. Nevertheless, she liked them.




















