Bomber Jacket

The bomber jacket was ironic but it felt nice. It was snug and hugged her.

Her skin was almost transluscent,she had not been out in the Sun-for days now.

She had long,pearly arms but she had to hide them even though they were always sheathed in sheer. The jacket,did just that.

She had to wear it over her uniform prescribed by god lest they lashed her too like they did her.

Scared,the bomber jacket from the mission was her salvo.