She let the hot water run down my body as she stared at herself. She was 17, and had just gotten off school, and begun her last winter break before graduating. Water flowed off her shoulders, and streamed down her nipples. She had B-cups. They were round and perky. Below them her stomach was flat, and below that was her bald crotch. Her ass was round, and tight. She was fit, she worked out a lot, and it showed.
“Shanna! I’m home!” Her dad called. At that, she turned the shower off, and began drying herself. She stepped out into the bathroom and wrapped herself in a towel. Her har hung down to the bottom of her shoulder blades; it was darker than the usual brunette right now since it was still damp. She stepped out into the house, covered by her town to greet him.
He stood in his slacks, slickly polished shoes, and a wife-beater undershirt. He had already begun taking his uniform off, his shirt was draped over a kitchen chair. She glanced at the patch on the shoulder, it was shield shaped and had a logo, and the words “Houston Police.” Him being a police officer made her feel safe while at home, but always worried while he was on duty. He was the only parent she had left.