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I'd tip my hat and welcome you. Only if you'd bow too. Then I'd be your comfort. With a friendly little flirt. "More wine, my dear". I'd ask but keep your glass near. I'll slip in some pills.
She was sat in her office, patiently waiting for something - anything - interesting to arrive. Her short skirt was riding up her legs as she fidgeted, showing her slim figure and her pale skin.
I have no dreams of being a millionaire. I have taken many steps to get here. Looking out across at your vast empire. Then I make my own way down to help others climb up higher.
2/2 She stands up from her desk and walks towards the kitchen area in the office to make her fourth cup of tea that day.
Why is it plans always have to go wrong at the last minute.... At least that's what Connie thought as the knife fell to the floor.
I arrived at Beaumont avenue at around 2am; first on the scene. The rain had just finished its assault and I figured it was ok to remove my hood.