Figure It Out For Yourself

Figure It Out For Yourself

A gray-pink bra and girdle lay in a soiled heap with her dress and stockings. The thought of the warm, soft flesh they had concealed started that muscle in my jaw twitching. I moved towards the bathroom door. I knew she was there. She had to be.She was in one of those soft, clingy blue nightgowns. I walked towards her and took her hand. It was cold and the room stank from marijuana smoke...

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