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She hasn’t answered the door yet, which I don’t understand given the level of her earlier zeal, but what she has done, apparently, is change her clothes too

She’s wearing one of her favorite Juicy ju heights to showcase a serious ae beneath her V-neck shirt and zip-up jacket, left perilously zipped until the point of ht below her ta-tas

The doorbell rings again, and she looks ?”

I glance down at my tank top and cutoff jean shorts and favorite Converse shoes beforewith this, Ms Juicy?” I question I nod toward her cleavage “It looks like you’re about to serve your tits for dessert”

In Stella’s defense, her outfit fits her MO to a T She’s never been one to balk at showcasing curves, wears skinny jeans and stilettos, and in plain English, is a fucking cougar But the same could be said forat own

When the bell rings a third ti to let them in or not?”

She sighs, thankfully choosing not to pick a battle with me about my clothes that’ll end with claw marks and bloodshed, and shuffles forward to wrap her hand around the knob and open the door

Sal’s face is the first one I see With his pepper-gray hair and a smirk that could win Academy Awards, I can’t deny he’s a really handso atout a bouquet of flowers for her “You look beautiful, darlin’”

“Oh, thank you” She giggles and opens the door farther so that there’s room for him to pass

Sal shuffles inside, and to my surprise, he holds out a second bouquet…for me “Carly, you also look beautiful, darlin’”

I sht be older than s a woet hie I wouldn’t be surprised if all the ladies at Sunny Creek are fighting over him

“Thank you, Sal,” I say, taking the bouquet froive them a thankful sniff

“Hi, Stella,” his son Ryan says, the fa the little hairs on my arms stand on end