He Wished She was White, or, Miller's Country

[mr_fancher]

Sitting up on the bed, she put on her bra. Her back curved down to her ass in the same shape as Miller's violin. Her skin was the violin's color. Her hair, like its strings. Miller ran his index finger down the line of her spine and felt her gooseflesh bump up, but she made no sound. She stood and walked across the floor, into the bathroom. He didn

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[rengetsu]

I've missed you!

I like the way you write, boy. ^_^*

um... small inconsistency... although maybe it was on purpose...

She stood and walked across the apartment, into the bathroom.

and then towards the end:

He grabbed his wallet from the hotel nightstand and handed her the cash inside.

unless I'm completely mistaken and "apartment" could also be used to refer to a hotel room, which I suppose I could understand depending on the era in which this story takes place...

[mr_fancher]

Duly noted and corrected. Thanks.