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"Let’s not, and say we did"

Then she walks the fuck out

I cup rown-ups about this That’s working out great"

Her only answer is the closing front door

I throw myself back, pick up a pillow, and hold it overto smother the frustration that is Kennedy Randolph froonna be One Step Forward, Two Steps Back

Screw you, Paula Abdul I never liked you

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I think about Kennedy the rest of the earlyXXX-rated shower, I think about her in those teeny lace panties and h out of them would be more accurate

But mostly I just think about her By the time I arrive at the courthouse, I come to the obvious conclusion that Kennedy has issues Deeply rooted, steel-reinforced, gonna-be-a--conquer issues

But it’s okay I’ve been in and out of therapy for twenty years; if anybody knows about issues, it’s me Actually, this demonstrates another way that we’re perfect for each other We’re soul ie-and-Bacall perfect

Kennedy doesn’t see it yet--but that’s all right Because I’, there’s nothing I can’t do

And ure her out, to learn every part of her--the soft curves, the sharp edges, the dark, shadowy corners she tries so hard to hide I want to break down her doors, clions

She probably won’t appreciate it at first--but eventually she’ll coreat

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Kennedy’s not in court when I arrive I sit at the defense table,hiot his back, that it’s all going to be okay It seeives a shit; his parents aren’t here yet

Five in, I feel her I know it sounds corny and absurd--but it’s true The air becoaze toward the door When she appears in the doorway, a barricade goes up in undy, the color of a deep, red wine--high collared and short waisted--perfectly tailored for her petite for just above her knee Sheer black silk stockings and sky-high heels finish the outfit To the casual observer it’s a polished, professional look But because I know the sly erotic delight to me Sexier than any Playboy bunny ensemble

Are her panties black? Red? Lace or silk?