“What are you doing here?” “Coming to see my girl,” he responds, but he makes no move toward me. He just continues standing there, staring at me. I grin. “In that uniform? You’re a filthy tease, Rousseau. I hope you know that.” “Sorry, I’ve been called out to a bushfire. I don’t think I’ll be gone too long, but I wanted to come check on you before I left.” “Check on me or parade around in that slutty little outfit?” He smirks and my panties disintegrate.
