CHAPTER 1

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The alarm goes wild and Janelle's phone falls from the bed as she stretches and wearily opens her eyes one after the other. She suddenly realizes how cold her pink-themed room is and sighs as she spots her duvet nestled to one corner of the bed, far from her reach.

"Thank God I live alone," she says as she sits up nude and lazily walks to her live-sized mirror to admire her very unique physique; her legs are as straight as the Pillars of Hercules, joined to her pelvis on which her very African hips sit. The brown of her skin glows and only darkens where her areolas sit on her perfectly formed upright bosoms. This appears to be a regular routine every morning and the smile presently adorning her spotless face is proof positive that she enjoys looking at her reflection in the mirror.

Her reverie is cut short because the reality of being queried should she get to work late, dawns on her, so she saunters into the bathroom. Opening the cabinet to her right, she finds her shower cap which she tucks her full hair into, checks to see if the water heater is on, climbs into the tub and turns the faucet, letting hot water run from the sprinkler. Standing still whilst the water runs its course through her entire body, she closes the shower curtain, wears a coy smile, bites her lower lip sensually and traces her hands down the entire length of her body letting her fingers lead, arousing all her senses till they hit the spot...

What are you doing? You definitely are late for work, still, you cannot help but pleasure yourself, it's funny how you aren't even paying attention to the fact that as you eventually climax, there is a possibility of you slipping and meeting your maker... but what do I know?

Janelle!!! Janelle!!! Janelle!!!

Guess I'm late again.

Janelle is now listlessly seated on the floor of the tub, her face betrays the eureka moment she had just experienced, and now realizing how potentially late she could be to her workplace today, she stands up, turns the faucet in the opposite direction, letting cold water run this time, hopefully, it will jolt her out of this moment she seems to be enveloped in and remind her of the real world. After having her bath, she pulls a white cotton towel from the towel bar to dry her body before brushing and heading back into the room.

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