Sex isn't a sin either, Anita. They wanted to use vampire strippers, and I got to go talk to them about it. I tried just quitting, twelve steps, you name it, I tried it. The movement raised my skirt up high enough to flash every last inch of the lace tops of my thigh-high hose.
He seemed less nervous, but I could tell he still didn't like me or what was happening. He fished an ashtray out of the mess. I wanted to call the police on them. The memory that had gone with that smell, had dampened the ardeur.
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