Kelsey would be the best plan of action. Leaving her room would add too many variables to the equation, and she had always helped people who needed it. At this point, you needed help more than anyone else.
With this in mind, you went over to her light blue sheets and began to scale them. It wasn't as easy as it might seem. At five inches, you could not use the stitches of the fabric as hand holds, and instead had to gather up a clump of the sheets and push up with your feet. After nearly an hour, you were about half way up and out of breath. As you contemplated letting go, the loud thump of footsteps began to ring out. You peered over your shoulder and got a mid-calf view of Kelsey's finely shaped legs. Completely forgetting your exhaustion, you stare dumbstruck as your titanic friend begins to remove her clothes. Your mouth drops as her skirt does, and your mind flies as she tosses her shirt into a hamper. Her underwear mesmerizes you, with both panties and bra far above. You don't realize what's happening until she starts to put on some soft looking pajamas. Then the enormity hits you: She going to bed.
You scramble to climb down as fast as possible, but you spent too much time staring. She roughly pulls her sheet up to get into bed, forcing you into the air. You smash into a ceiling fan to be knocked out and sent flying. Although you aren't aware of it, your body lands on a nice, soft surface where tomorrow you will learn all about pain.
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