girl alvin and the chipmunks: Chronicles of Courage, Discovery, and Triumph

girl alvin and the chipmunks begins at 3:17 a.m. in a hotel suite. City glow through half-open blinds stripes her restless body. She can’t sleep, so girl alvin and the chipmunks becomes her lullaby. Slow, almost lazy circles over silk panties gradually soak the fabric dark. In girl alvin and the chipmunks, she pushes them aside instead of removing them—impatient, perfect. Two fingers, then three, stretching, curling, until the headboard thumps rhythmically against the wall. When she finally comes in girl alvin and the chipmunks, it’s with a muffled scream into the pillow, whole body shaking so hard the mattress springs sing. Dawn finds her asleep in tangled sheets, panties still twisted to the side—proof that girl alvin and the chipmunks worked better than any sleeping pill.