The insides of her thighs were coated in cold, sticky liquid that had partially dried. The few thin, barely visible hairs she had growing on her legs were glued to her skin now. No, worse than that, they were glued to the other leg's skin. As she started to move, the nipping and pinching accelerated her awakening significantly. The smell of marine life that rose from her lower body was very nearly palpable.
Ugh! Gods, is there any way this could be more embarrassing? groaned Andrea. I know I've always been a juicy one, but that's just ridiculous! If Rick were here, he'd have thrown a fishnet over me by now. And knocked me over the head with a peg, and I couldn't even blame him. What is wrong with me? What happened yesterday, I can't quite — what's wrong with my head?
Licking her lips, sh
