Let me paint you a detailed picture of how this unfolded. Has your Mr. Ridley ever met you at the…

I lowered my head like a blitzing linebacker, aggressively wrapping my arms around his torso, churning my legs, and driving him backward onto the bed. I landed on top of him.

Her winter coat is soaked, along with her dark leggings, sneakers, and pink knit skull cap.

She then lightly pushed me back and told me to meet her in the shower in five minutes before dropping her leggings and heading upstairs.