It was the day I borrowed a pencil; the day we first spoke to one another. She chastised herself for thinking of her husband and lord as being weak. Lucy stood relieved that she had not messed up the solo. . He devoured her with his eyes too, his shyness not able to disguise his furtive glances at the curvy outline of her breast against the imitation silk, his memory still exquisitely tortured by her movements in the miniskirt. She bussed his cheek with her small lips as he stood by the open door, and exited alone towards the sleeping house.
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