Cold Apartment

The page was a wasteland of blank space. It was a frosty, white desert full of nothing.

But wait—here comes a character. Here comes a beautiful girl. She’s got a face like a flower and curves like a sports car. What does she want?

Does she want to dance and gyrate her hips and seductively peel off a few layers of clothing? Does she want to strip off her parka, her ski suit, her sweater, her long johns, her shirt, her camisole, her bra, her pantyhose, her socks, and her hiking boots?

Actually, no. Because it’s freezing in here. And I really wish someone would turn up the heat.