IR Day 19 - Part 10

As you sit in a lovely restaurant in Tampa while the sun sets…

…somewhere in the swamps of central Florida, droopy trees hang over a shadowy path that leads to a long, gravel driveway. Soft footsteps crunch as a girl jogs along in the twilight, her ears covered by big, pink headphones. She wears short, gray shorts that hug her curvy hips and a green sports bra. Her generous bust bounces as she goes, her body gleaming with a layer of sweat. Her light copper hair is in a short bob.

Ahead, a big, white, plantation house waits. Her name is Arabella. She’s twenty-two years old, and is about to start grad school. She jogs onto the porch and lets herself in.

This house was once glamorous, but time has done a number on it. It’s only received enough updates to make it livable in the modern age. It has decent internet, and the kitchen and two of the bathrooms have been updated. It’s gotten a few layers of paint over the years, and there’s nothing wrong with any of the furniture, but there’s still a sense of oldness in the place, which is much too large. It has no central air, so a handful of enormous window units keep it cool in the summer. They’re loud, but Bella has learned to tune out the sound.

She stops in the kitchen to down a glass of water, then heads upstairs.

Her sister’s door is open, and Bella glances in to see Jolene naked, facedown on her bed, snoring. It’s dinner time. Jolene isn’t taking a nap; this is just how she is in the summer. Bella rolls her eyes and heads down to the bathroom, where she runs the bath and peels off her sweaty running clothes. While the bath fills, she examines herself critically in the mirror. Something got splashed on her at the lab at school a few weeks ago, and she’s been having blemishes on her chest since. She lifts her breasts one at a time, turning to check her ribs and flanks. It looks like that has finally cleared up. The only blemish is on her bottom, where Jolene cruelly pinched her and twisted yesterday when Bella wouldn’t let her use her credit card to rent some movie.

Bella shuts off the water and lowers her tired body in, sliding down in the bath and crossing her legs. Walking into the frigid house after a long, hot run, then sinking into a hot bath is what passes for therapy for her. Blissfully comfortable, she grabs her phone and pulls up the FUTA website.