Julie tossed her towel in her locker, marvelling at the magnificence of her own existence. Remaining naked, enjoying the freedom of nudity among peers, Julie stretched her hands behind her head, arching her back. Her perky, young breasts thrust out in front of her, her stomach pulled taut, Julie looked like a goddess. Conscious of her perfection, showing off under the guise of stretching, Julie held her pose. Just then Monica made her exit from the showers, her darkly tanned body glistening with moisture, and Julie was taken aback for a moment by the sight. Julie's own body still stretched in a dazzling display of beauty, she called to Monica, "Good scrimmage out there today, Mon."
"Thanks, Jules. You were awesome. I couldn't keep up." Monica returned her smile and Julie felt a rush go through her body. Yes, life was good.
Turning back to her locker, Julie started getting dressed. After slipping on her panties, with an extra little jiggle in case any one was looking, she stepped into her tight fitting, faded blue jeans. She casually pulled up the left pant leg, going out of her way not to hurry - she would take her time and soak up as much atmosphere as possible. As Julie pulled up the other pant leg and fastened the button on her jeans, her peripheral vision detected an expression of sick horror printed on Erika's face. She followed her friend's gaze to the entrance of the locker room, and saw Jon, her new stalker, standing there. But that wasn't the worst part. The worst part was what was in Jon's hand.
The crazy fucker was holding a huge revolver, and pointing it in Julie's direction.
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