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Ann and I were getting ready to leave our hotel room. I was sitting on the bed in black slacks wearing a white oxford shirt and purple and maroon striped tie. When she came out of the bathroom, she was wearing a cream colored, form-fitting dress with a low neckline and belted at the waist. It highlighted her well-endowed, hourglass figure and played nicely with her dark auburn hair and hazel-green eyes. "Wow! You look stu...

Naya had broken up with me for reasons only she understands, though I'm not even sure she does. It was actually a good thing at first; I could focus more on my studies. A year later Naya started messaging me again, unblocked me on social media, and acted like nothing had ever happened. I wasn't sure if I really wanted her back, so I’d reply but didn't push for anything more. But being single ended up leading me to discove...