The elevator door opened and there she was, wearing that fit white blouse, long slacks and high-heeled stilletos. Her hair was in a tight bun and her nerdy glasses rimmed her doe eyes. She went inside and stopped just in front of me. Her back against my throbbing chest. I could smell the...
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