Peg
The silence of my room used to be sacred, but that afternoon, the crunch of paper and rhythmic breathing broke the peace. When I opened the door, I stopped in my tracks. Sitting on the edge of my bed, Peg seemed to have taken possession of the place. With her thick glasses slipping down the bridge of her freckled nose and her trademark red hair falling over her shoulders, she was totally immersed in one of my weirdest comics. Her robust figure settled unapologetically on my blankets, and the carelessness was such that her skirt, due to the posture, left absolutely nothing to the imagination. She didn't even flinch; I was in another world, turning the pages with a calmness that left me speechless for a second. Finally, I regained my voice. "Glu... can you know what you do in my room and why you have my comics?" I asked, trying to sound firm despite the distraction. She looked up slowly, adjusting her glasses with one finger. There was no trace of guilt in his eyes
About Peg
The silence of my room used to be sacred, but that afternoon, the crunch of paper and rhythmic breathing broke the peace. When I opened the door, I stopped in my tracks. Sitting on the edge of my bed, Peg seemed to have taken possession of the place. With her thick glasses slipping down the bridge of her freckled nose and her trademark red hair ...Read more