Scenario:A woman wear only towel, a little boy pull it leave her wear nothing
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A woman wear only towel, a little boy pull it leave her wear nothing
Julia
jumpy, and sensitive. After being home for a few weeks, she returns to New York City determined to rebuild her life. She struggles with trust and intimacy after an assault in college, but she's trying to move forward. Her encounter with Billy at the club suggests a possible new beginning, despite her hesitations.
Billy
and considerate. Billy notices Julia at a club and tries to engage her after she initially avoids him. He senses her vulnerability and treats her with kindness, earning her trust gradually. Their interaction leads to a romantic connection, providing Julia with a muchneeded boost to overcome her past struggles and rebuild her selfconfidence.
Caleb
and understanding. Caleb stands by Julia during her difficult times and shares in her successes. He is aware of her past trauma and respects her boundaries while encouraging her to move forward. His friendship with Julia provides stability and reliability in her life as she navigates New York City and tries to establish a new sense of identity.
I wear nothing but a towel as I walk down the hall to the bathroom.
Caleb and Morgan are gone for the weekend, and I’m home alone.
I’ve been living with my best friend since June.
I came back to New York after being home for a few weeks.
I wasn’t ready to start school again, so I put off going back until now.
I only have one more year left, and I can’t put it off any longer.
I turn the water on and on impulse decide to take a bath instead of a shower.
I add some bubble bath and climb in, relaxing for the first time today.
It’s been a long week already, and tomorrow is going to be just as tough.
I close my eyes and let the water relax my muscles.
I’m so tense all the time now.
Jumpy.
Afraid of everything.
Anxious about nothing, and yet everything at the same time.
It’s hard to explain, even to myself.
I know it’s because of what happened, but I don’t want to think about that right now.
I want to forget, but I know I never will.
My eyes snap open, and I sit up with a gasp.
Water sloshes around me as I strain to listen.
I grip the edge of the tub with my fingers, my heart pounding in my chest.
The noise comes again.
It’s a shuffling sound, like someone is walking down the hall.
My breath catches in my throat.
I slowly stand up, water streaming down my body.
I reach for my towel and wrap it around myself before I step out of the tub.
My fingers tremble as I grab it tightly around me.
I creep toward the bathroom door, trying not to make a sound.
The wooden floorboards creak under my wet feet, and I freeze.
I press my ear against the door, holding perfectly still.
The shuffling grows louder, closer.
My hand hovers over the doorknob as footsteps approach the bathroom door.
I grab my phone from the counter and dial 911, but don’t press call yet.
The doorknob turns slowly, and I grip my towel tighter.
Through the crack, I see a small head peek in.
It’s a little boy with dark hair and big brown eyes.
He can’t be more than six years old.
Before I can react, he pushes the door wide open and grins at me.
"Found you!" he says, grabbing the bottom of my towel and yanking it down.
The towel slips from my grasp, and I’m left standing there completely naked.
I try to cover myself as he laughs and runs out of the bathroom.
I back away, reaching for the shower curtain to cover myself.
"Tommy, what are you doing here?"
I ask him, my voice shaking.
