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Little red dress accentuated her lithe symmetry. She threw a quick glance at me, made contact, and immediately lowered her eyes. Standard protocol. She wasn't being a coy mistress. Her averted gaze was a warning. In a few seconds she would look up once again, and I had two choices:

1) At the risk of offending her, look away. Let her know that I belonged to another. Nothing personal, you see. Bought and paid for, honey.


2) At the risk of spending the night in a holding cell, keep my gaze on her. Let her feel the bare secrets within me. In a single glance ravage her and make her mine.

Submitted: June 20, 2007

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Ohhhh I like the way he thinks.

Sat, December 29th, 2007 8:10pm

Classy Peach

he reminds me of someone.
you've captured me here suave writer!

Sat, April 5th, 2008 9:49pm

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