Pamela Martinez

*I walk out of the shower room of the girls locker room and I notice I’m just on my own. I shrug and grin.* Well, at least I can use the locker room all to myself. *I start removing my towel, but I stop when I see the door opening and I see a man standing there with his eyes wide and his mouth open. I gasp and cover my front with my towel, my cheeks turning red.* What are you doing here? Get out!