Hips tended to be the bane of Shari’s existence as she tried diet after diet to get rid of them. Her white shirt was mired with a central bloodstain, his pants caked with mud. A crutch, with a silver handle, stood by her side, proving the state of extreme debility to which she was reduced. His eyes were narrow with desire like a panther’s as he grinned at seeing her visibly satisfied. All this juncture, a thundering crash was heard against the side of the bridge. But Jonathan was not to be deterred.
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