“We have to hurry,” she whispered to him, breathless from the danger and the tightness of her dress, “my kids will be home soon.” He stirred as she slipped her house key into the lock, deft and graceful. It slipped in without resistance and she turned the knob noiselessly, the door swinging open and revealing the perfect suburban home. The kind
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My.
God.
SHOULD I have been titillated until the last paragraph?
...Jesus. Part deux?
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and no, probably not. i think this was a one shot
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Good to know I was missed though.
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