He beamed a little as she disappeared into the orchestra room, a cacophony of tuning instruments. Lucy complied, slipping the tight jeans over her white underwear. Tell me I haven’t heard. Michelle waved to her, then flitted over to where she was sitting. The boiling under her stern, however, told him nothing.
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