"Timid"
I hadn't the inclination that I'd come across a ray as I crept my way out of the rain into the corridor.

A corridor which miscarried my intentions and tolled my being against a classy body, very well painted with sophistication, inholding a soft and docile soul, resting within and waiting to be poked.

This was my stound, but I told off every possible feeling jabbing my heart into toying with my head.

I helped my body off hers as I pulled...