Amanda and The Photoshoot – 12
She wanted to be away from that house. She wanted nothing to do with it anymore. She walked. The cold hit her immediately, clean and indifferent, cutting through the coat and reaching the fishnet beneath it within the first stride. Both openings were still leaking slowly against the satin edges of the panel, the warmth of it cooling against her inner thighs with each step. The smell rose with her body heat as she moved, faint at first and then more specific, the sharper note of piss in the mesh above her waist layering over the musk lower down, carrying upward through the collar of her coat into the December air around her. A woman passed her on the pavement and turned her head slightly without breaking stride. Amanda noted the turn and kept walking. …