Covid times hit me hard. I ended up getting the virus late last year and it left me pretty weak. Then the country pretty much locked down from December through to May. I lived alone through it all and pretty much saw no-one.
Throughout the entire period I kept getting messaged by this girl Chloe, on pretty much every form of social media that exists. There were three things that anyone who saw her immediately noticed about Chloe: she was very short, well under five feet; her skin was quite literally as pale as milk; she had very large breasts, which she kept jacked up and pretty much bared in every outfit I ever saw her in.
We first met a few years ago at an ex-girlfriend of mine’s party, and Chloe was very drunk and wearing a lacy black top from which a huge expanse of creamy cleavage was spilling. Her hair was blonde then and spilling down in curls to frame her face and caress her shoulders. She had dark brown eyes and almost too prominent cheek bones, like how if you think about kissing Benedict Cumberbatch you get scared thinking he’ll slash up your face with his face. She had plump lips and a small mouth, which she’d painted a dark plum colour.