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| It all started at the local bar; I was pissed at my sister because she had ditched me for a guy, so I went to see the local band alone. The band was all right but I kept noticing this really cute blond guy who was playing pool. Well soon enough after a few shared looks he came over and introduced himself to me, "My name is Steve and yours is?" |
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| And here she comes: lithesome,
streamlined legs disappearing under a flimsy skirt halfway up her hips, a well-fitting
t-shirt, wet hair free (from a recent shower), shoulder-length,
curling at its ends- a sight that made him squirm. Needless
to say, the paperback was forgotten in the advance of
a very real, very beautiful young woman. |
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| She
put on her terrycloth robe and was walking to the bathroom
when the black man grabbed her, cupping his hand around
her mouth and pinning her hands behind her. Ok,
little girl, it's time to party! He growled in her
ear. He reached down, gathering the material of her robe in the
front, and using it to pull her back to her feet. |
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