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The documentary droned on.
She got up to get another glass of wine. Pinot Noir. When she sat down, she was a couple inches closer to him. She put her bare feet up on the coffee table. Her toenails were purple as her tongue. He didn’t move – he loved political intrigue. She sighed and crossed her legs. Her skirt rode up to her white cotton panties. They were her favorites, with the little smiling hearts.
He didn’t say so, but she knew he loved them too.
She got up to go pee. When she wiped, she was wet. She loved it when he played hard to get. She was always up for the challenge. When she sat down, she was a couple inches closer to him. Her bare thigh grazed his pants, and he sighed. She crossed her leg so it would go over his knee. Her glossy purple toes flashed. The red hearts winked.
He gave in.