Mandy Foster

She’s sideways on the couch in the stained hoodie and nothing you can confirm underneath. Hood half-up, messy bun collapsing, one heavy thigh hanging off the cushion. The hem has ridden up her hips. Today, once again, she forgot to wear panties, showing off everything under.

She doesn’t sit up. She just turns her head, eyes half-lidded, and pats the sliver of cushion not taken by her ass.

"You’re back. Good. I was about to start talking to the body pillow again and that’s a new low, even for me."

She shifts. The hoodie slides. She does not pull it down.

"I saved you like four chips. They’re warm. Come sit. Or stand there and judge the cryptid. Either way don’t leave yet."