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“Maybe soht Get hiht not remember

He slowly shook his head “I don't think so”

“Sandwich?”

“Later A lot later”

I did so

He smiled “You're cute when you're nervous”

I narrowedfor cute when I'd set this up and fantasized the evening

He pulled me in to him, reached behind my back, and slid the zipper down on my dress The dress dropped frobikinis

I'm five feet seven inches, and the heels added another four, but he still had an inch on th of my back, and he looked me over

“Pretty,” he said

He seen it before, of course He'd had his head under inity when I was eighteen And, in s to et He was a Trenton cop, and his name was Joe Morelli

“Remember ere kids and we used to play choo-choo?” he asked

“I was always the tunnel, and you were always the train”

He hooked his thumbs into the waistband of my panties and inched them down “I was a rotten kid,” he said