| Renny sank into the sand with a feeling of voluptuousness and guilty pleasure. Her long body stretched out onto the softness of the beach towel, the soft, dry sand adjusting to her every curve and dip. Such gentle conformity was not what drew out the odd feelings of guilt and unfamiliarity. Those were born from the heated touch of the sun on her alabaster skin. She was pale enough that her fellow sunbathers had looked at least twice back at her after their initial surprised glance. Her skin looked like it hadn’t seen the touch of day in years. Three years and seven months to be exact. These sun lovers didn’t know, though, that what they were likely thinking was in fact true. They would just see a tall, perfectly pale woman whose whiteness of skin acted as a dramatic backdrop to the blue-blackness of her hair. It was very short hair, not even long enough to earn the title of bob. At most there was two inches of length along the top and sides to give a fey softness...
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