[ Aw yeah, bodily hygiene — and they say chivalry is dead.
There's no one in any of the hallways, but Raleigh still insists on sneaking; on walking on tip toes and peeking around corners, looking both ways before crossing the street and loitering around the locker room door to make sure no one's around when she slips through the door.
It's a stealth mission, and years of sneaking downstairs for late night snacks has her tactics perfected. But that doesn't mean Raleigh's not nervous — more so of not getting caught than she is nervous about being caught. But it's a good kind of nervous, a lot like butterflies in her gut spurring her to bigger risks at the promise of bigger reward. It's excited nervousness.
The kind that's almost quashed by actually entering the locker room, wow, this is no where near as sexy as she'd thought it'd be. ]
You didn't tell me it smelled like sweat socks in here.
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There's no one in any of the hallways, but Raleigh still insists on sneaking; on walking on tip toes and peeking around corners, looking both ways before crossing the street and loitering around the locker room door to make sure no one's around when she slips through the door.
It's a stealth mission, and years of sneaking downstairs for late night snacks has her tactics perfected. But that doesn't mean Raleigh's not nervous — more so of not getting caught than she is nervous about being caught. But it's a good kind of nervous, a lot like butterflies in her gut spurring her to bigger risks at the promise of bigger reward. It's excited nervousness.
The kind that's almost quashed by actually entering the locker room, wow, this is no where near as sexy as she'd thought it'd be. ]
You didn't tell me it smelled like sweat socks in here.