One hand fumbling under my skirt, pulling the fabric up, cinching it tight. Unexpected, yet perfectly typical. I'm glad I didn't spend the night, though I had been considering it. (Plenty of places to sleep, many of them unmolested, a vague promise of breakfast.) I've been almost naked in that kitchen, fishing in the cupboard for a glass after a
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