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| Subject: | A door in the back of the room swung open |
| Author: | klundtacular (Authenticated as klundtacular) |
| Date: | September 20, 2012 at 11:48:46 PM |
| Reply to: | July at the shrink's by Fiammetta |
A tall man dressed in an impeccable medium-gray suite and crisp white shirt occupied the jam. His hair stood up this way and that way, in a metallic reddish-brown. It should be said that this man was very, very, very attractive and he knew it. Why would a man so at ease with himself deny the obvious? The cougar, for any woman at her age who made a pass at him could only be referred to as ‘cougar,’ blushed just a bit.
“I thought I was taking Jilliana?” She obviously deferred to this man’s superior power.
“No, Giuliana,” he gave the appropriate pronunciation flourishes as any man with a firm grasp of Italian-as-a-second-language could, “will be visiting me today.” His voice was smooth, like fine after-dinner cognac. His cloudy eyes concentrated on the young woman almost predatorily. Yet somehow they didn’t seem so terrifying but more beckoning. “Let’s go in here,” he held the door open for, showing off his long, lithe fingers. “I’d like to learn all about you.”
~Raging and quivering female mass of hormones and tosser of Dark Side Cookies™ (trade marked by Etoile)
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