Nosuma balked at seeing the envelope in her tool satchel.
It was morning, and she and Kwena had navigated sharing the single bath for their morning ablutions, the space cramped and inadequate to sustain any degree of privacy.
It was a delicate dance in various stages of dishabille with Kwena, whose top-notch physical condition and finely-sculpted physique inspired admiration. Nosuma"s petite figure and slim, almost-boyish hips inspired nothing remotely similar, she was certain. Somehow, she maintained an attitude of amusement and kept her equanimity. The situation reminded her somewhat of her early college years, sharing limited dorm space with a fellow student. The close proximity had alerted her to desires she hadn"t known she possessed, she and the other student having eventually beco
