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Starla has carnal knowledge of the magic that BobbyThDon possessed in his loins. She recalled the hot summer nights he died in the flesh of her bosom. These thoughts danced in her head as she sipped the tea. Starla knew Paris would never approve her for membership if news of her and BobbyThDon had gotten out. For the afternnoon she had to be content as mild mannered daisy, the woman who never portrayed what a passion flower she was behind closed doors.
Last edited by wrigley; 09-15-2004 at 01:40 AM.
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