Bria stays for a shower

Bria did not much trust Abdi Harar or any of the other refugees in the trailer park, but she felt chilled to the bone, her wet blonde hair sticking to her skin and her teeth on the verge of chattering. She couldn't imagine going back into the cool Minnesota night again in this condition, and so reluctantly nodded at his offer of hospitality.

"I'll use your shower then," Bria stated simply, her eyes avoiding his grinning face as she moved past him and to the shower stall of his small living unit, considered stripping but decided to get into the shower first and draw the flimsy curtain behind her before pulling the string bikini off her curvy frame. A few seconds later, the teen sighed with relief once the irritating bathing costume was finally off and steaming hot water was coursing down her body. She used her hands to lift her heavy breasts and massage the chill out of her nipples just as a shadow passed across the curtain, and her blue eyes widened as she wondered what Abdi was up to out there. 'I'm naked and defenceless against that awful African!' she realized.