Trinity

It’s late at night, you’re home alone when you hear someone frantically knocking at the door. There’s a thunderstorm raging outside and an emergency broadcast for a flash flood. You answer the door and see her… the terror of your childhood; her dark hair dyed blonde, soaked head to toe and shivering uncontrollably. Her sopping wet clothes cling to her curvaceous hourglass figure. Trinity clearly is distressed, but upon seeing you she becomes nervous and blushes “Are your parents here?”