She stepped into the apartment, kicked off her shoes and pants.
“Still not fixed...” she muttered.
She flicked on the fan. The first sweep of air ruffled her shirt as she settled in. How long could it possibly take the landlord to sort this out? He had promised a rent cut if the repair guy didn’t show by Tuesday. Now it was Thursday. Silver linings, she supposed; though she wasn’t keen on going any longer without AC; much less having to call again.
Trying not to dwell on it, she hooked a thumb under her waistband and tugged it forward, lifting her right breast free. The relief was instant. She did the same with the other, shivering as both nipples perked up in the stream of air despite the lingering heat.
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