C15 Fifteen

Clyde.

I couldn't stop staring at her thick thighs, bare against the dim light spilling into the closet. My thoughts tangled as I fought to process everything. I didn't hate her-not at all. I just didn't know how to respond to a woman like Medora-a significantly older woman-expressing feelings I couldn't believe were real.

Don't get me wrong; Medora is beautiful