Saturday, May 10, 2014

Clarity

"I'm a married woman," she told him when he flirted with her, when he made it clear he wanted her to go back up to his hotel room with him. "And..." she paused looking away.

"And?" He sighed, angered at himself for misreading her intentions, for wasting time.

She lifted the hem of her skirt, exposing the tops of her stockings, her garter straps. "And I don't want that to stop you."


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