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Chapter 6 by Rowenar Rowenar

What's the plan?

Get to the roof and climb down the outside

If she couldn't get into her apartment from the inside, that just left... She whimpered at the prospect, but she didn't see that she had any option.

She had ID in her apartment, proof of address, and most important she had clothes!

Still dripping water from her shower, she made it to the stairwell. She hesitated for the moment at the base, then braced herself and started.

She was trained in moving quickly, for battle as much as running, but it didn't translate well to this. She used her arms for balance, for even the slightest thing. For climbing the stairs, something constantly felt off in the back of her mind as she ran; she wasn't going to move her arms away from her body.

Ok, she couldn't see anyone, but she wasn't going to take the chance!

Colleen was out of breath as she reached the top floor. She kept going, squealing to herself as she reached the roof and the open air.

Cheeks burning, she glanced from side to side. No one was up here at least; that was to be expected. And that wasn't the worst part.

She slowed down for a moment, swallowing as she neared the edge. That was the worst part. Scaling the side of a building, especially one like this, was child's play; only her apartment overlooked the street. Which meant if she wanted to slip in the window...

No. Don't think about it, just do it. Colleen tensed, trembled for a moment, then let the shaking pass. The Hand's meditation techniques helped calm the body and focus the mind; the problem was all that her mind could focus on was the fact she was about to expose her behind to the city below.

Refusing to let herself dwell on it any longer, Colleen ran for the edge and swung herself over, wet black hair clinging to her toned back as she grabbed at the edge.

The brickwork was uneven, and there were a lot of other window ledges for balance. just don't think about-

The people on the street below that wooped when they saw the Japanese woman's ass. The people in the apartments she passed, getting an unobstructed view of her pussy when she rested her feet on the outside of their windows, unable to use her hands for anything other than maintaining her balance. Those same people when she descended past their windows, flashing her tits and her mortified face, meeting more than a few sets of eyes.

Focus. Her apartment was just down...

Thankfully she'd had her window open, to let the steam from her shower out. She slipped inside, **** back a sob.

It was ok. It was over. Way too many people on the street had seen her ass, way too many people in her building had seen her naked body, but it was over.

Is her ordeal really over?

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