Dawn at Midnight

Dawn had been happy to help their neighbor move out of the house across the street. Even more, when she stumbled - literally - over Mrs. Carpenter's box of certain educational anatomy magazines that had found a new home in a dark corner under her bed. Her neighbor wouldn't miss them, would she? She was like what, fifty? And according to the sounds at night, the widow Carpenter was kept well entertained by her many friends visiting on a lot of evenings, so she didn't need these reference pictures, right? Dawn on the other hand...
Tonight's press review had opened a whole new world to her. A report praising a then shooting star among erotic websites had led her to the boiling melting pot of fantasies and interactive corners. High on a mix of hormones, endorphins and the tempting liberty of anonymity, she was now faced with Mika's morning routine.
Mirroring what was just happening somewhere halfway around the world, her hand slipped over her stomach filled to the brim with butterflies, further down.
"You first!"