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The Lady Kills

That body of hers wasn’t one I could forget. So fat that was all I knew about her.

But even if I had known all about her, what she really was, it wouldn’t have changed anything. Because it had already started when she walked into my room in her bathing suit. It had started, all right, and it was a smoldering fire inside me.

And in her own sweet time she came for me.

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