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A rose by any other name.
Not since I was at college. I shudder to think of some of the things I did, usually after a few drinks, when I was in my late teens.
PICNIC A bright, sunny morning with hardly a cloud in the sky; the girls had risen from their beds and had showered and dressed by 9.30. They took their breakfast of coffee and buttered toast on the terrace, sitting opposite each other with the low onyx-topped table between them. Jane was helping herself to more coffee. She was wearing a cornflower blue silk blouse. The blouse...
Added 10 Jul 2011 | Category Straight Sex
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