Jake Randolph in "The Naked Beat" Pt. 67

As I turned the knob on the door and opened it I finally found Blaze. She was sitting up in bed, her back leaning against the headboard. She had her arms above her head and was clutching the top. The sheet was up to her waist, and her small breasts, topped by puffy nipples, were on full display. She looked like a child. It sickened me. I didn't care if she was eighteen; she had no business being there.

"Hello, Blaze," I said, stepping in and closing the door.

"Jake!" she screamed, quickly snatching the sheet up to her chin...