Midnights in March

She looks at him with nervous eyes and slips out of the knee-length robe into lingerie. In the midst chilly March nights, she shivers and gooseflesh pimples up and down the backs of her arms.   She presses her palms lightly to each hip and turns to accentuate her hips. Well?   He smiles, not …

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Fffaw #134. Charlene.

Charlene took her glasses and laid them across her still-steaming cafe au lait. She looked worse for ware. Hair drawn back in a lazy bun that sagged almost as much as the bags under her eyes. Still, she was far and away cuter than any of the other girls in here. She pulled out an …

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