Classic Indian Beauty On Display

She was maybe a little older than Jennifer and darker and shorter. Her clothes were ripped from either use or her abuse. She had no pants but a skirt ...lit up both sides in a ragged manner. She could use a bath. She held the arrow in a defensive posture."Who are you?" Jennifer asked."I am Terry," she replied. "I was a member of the Santa's until this sick one captured me. He killed my brother, Tom, and t-took me." Her statement ended with a wail. Jennifer moved to her and hugged her close to. I agreed with him out loud, but secretly thought to myself that it was exactly how I’d imagined, only a million times better — but how could I have said that to him? I’d held on to that memory, but it had faded with time, to be replaced by images of him kissing other girls, his hands buried in their hair as he cooed against their mouths. I remembered one moment of our kiss, the first electric spark running through my body as his lips first touched mine. The rest had faded away. I rolled over. More

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