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I stare at the TV watching scenes of car accidents and hurricanes........and the next thing I know, it is rape torture 7:30. Omigawd!! No time to do everything I had hoped. I look at myself in the mirror and decide that what I'm wearing will be fine with a few adjustments. I remove my bra and unbutton all buttons but the one in between my breasts and the one below that. I then grab my highest, sexiest, strappiest heels and, upon donning them, I admire myself in the mirror again. I shake my hair loose so that it spills nicely over my shoulders and then set to work on my makeup. I know just how to apply it so I look slutty enough to get noticed and sweet enough that they don't expect too much. |
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Most of the people are of questionable appearance and I'm not sure whether I should proceed but I spot the bar on the opposite side of the room and decide a drink would calm my anxiety. I finally reach the bar and order myself a fuzzy navel with vodka and find a relatively clean stool. I sip my drink, keeping an eye on the door in case Tristen should show.
"Hello, Sexy" says a voice from lips that next brush my ear.
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