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            “Ahhhhhh!”  Shaula shot up as the first rays of sunlight crept over the landscape.  She rubbed her eyes and shivered, realizing she was outside, naked and in a puddle of blueberry juice.  “Not again.”  She slowly made her way to her feet.  “Why does this keep happening?”  She began to wipe the blueberry juice from her body.  “And why do I appear out in the middle of nowhere naked?”

            For the last week, Shaula has been experiencing an extreme case of sleepwalking. She would tuck herself into bed and drift off to dreamland, only to wake up completely naked and covered in blueberry juice. Why was it always blueberry juice? Today was the worst case, as she somehow ended up outside and in the back of her neighbor’s yard. Thankfully, her neighbor was gone for the week on vacation, but still, something was wrong.

            As she walked back into her house, closing the door behind her, she let out a sigh of relief.  “Phew.  I don’t think anyone saw me.”  She wiped the sweat from her brow.  “Now to go and wash this juice from my body.  Again.”  Shaula quickly made her way upstairs and jumped into the shower.  “Ahhhhhhh. . .”  She smiled as the hot, steamy water washed over her body, washing the juices off of her tender flesh.  “At least getting rid of this juice is simple and relaxing.”  She ran her hands through her long, dark hair.  “Ahhhhh.”

            After fifteen relaxing minutes, Shaula shut off the shower and stepped onto the mat, water dripping off her cold, hard nipples.  “Ughh, I forgot.  Carol is coming to spend the night tonight.”  She began to dry herself.  “It’s our date night.  I kept trying to push it off because of this weird ass issue, but I can’t anymore.  What happens if I sleepwalk on her?  Ehhh, I am sure she can just wake me up and give me a sexy kiss.”  Shaula giggled.  “I mean, what are girlfriends for?”