In the dim light, her pale skin seemed wan and grey. She touched herself down below. Lately, she had been feeling a little itchy all over her skin, as if she was getting an allergy. It did feel a bit more sensitive than usual, but as she rubbed herself without much enthusiasm, the tingling sensation felt more irritating than pleasurable. What was so special about it that some people just went nuts? She thought to herself. She knew enough about sexuality to realize that a large part of desire came from the mind. Her mind had simply not been that interested in the first place, although she had masturbated on occasion. Out of curiosity, she had tried it a few times and achieved what she assumed was orgasm.a little bit. She had never been that vested into the concept of love. I guess I was always too cerebral, she thought to herself.

Bored again, she let her hand fall to her side. She decided to open the balcony door. It wasn’t a full balcony, just a couple feet of space that was enough to stand in and perhaps placer some planters and decorations or store the odd end. The sea air was much cooler now, raising goose bumps on her bare skin. She put her arms on the railing and peered into the growing darkness. Her apartment faced the ocean although it was mostly blocked from view by the University, tall trees and other buildings. Across the way, there was another row of apartments separated by