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                           Snapshot #1
                               401 
                             (f, exh)
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                  (c) 1997 - All Rights Reserved
                Crimson Dragon (dcrimson@yahoo.com)
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She'd never done anything like this before. The butterflies were flitting
about her stomach with the mere thought of it. She forced herself to
slow as she climbed the steps to her apartment. Sixteen floors. She
could have taken the elevator, but that just didn't seem right.
Her hands shook as she rattled her keys into her door, silently cursing the
butterflies, the lock, and her anxiousness.
As she kicked off her shoes and slammed the door, she considered how this
had to be done. She practically ran to the bedroom, closing the curtains
from room to room. She peeled off her clothes, relishing the feel of the
air against her naked body. She twirled in front of the mirror and dashed
out to the living room, bare feet flying above the floor. Her joyful laugh 
echoed through the apartment.
The butterflies were raging as she stepped to the balcony doors. Her heart
pounding as she slid open the glass which kept the winter out and the warmth
in. She heard the sounds of the city murmuring through the night. The cars 
racing past, sixteen floors down. The rush of the winter wind embracing 
the building like a lover. She felt the cold of the wind carress her body 
as she stepped through. She felt the curious sensation of the freezing
concrete of the balcony against the soles of her bare feet. Her adrenaline 
pumping through her veins, giving her the sensation of warmth despite the 
arctic wind. 
Leaning on the balcony rail, absorbing the freedom of the winter storm 
swirling around her. Feeling the biting of the wind contracting her 
exposed nipples. Shivering in the cold night air, head held high in 
defiance of the unrelenting weather. She carefully brushed her hardening 
nipples with her fingertips and sighed as if the frigid air were a harsh 
love. The butterflies collapsing in her stomach as she watched the traffic 
on the 401 so far below her.