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Freshman nymphHe's at the library, but he said he'd be back by two o'clock." "Are you gonna stay and watch?" she asked acidly. Paul missed the sarcasm in her voice. "Oh, no," he smiled, "I have a date this afternoon to play tennis. I won't be around." She nodded, disdain curling her mouth. Becky Ryan, she told herself bitterly, you really are a slut. Not because you made it with two guys in a row without a break, but because now, like a dumb, damned whore, you're letting yourself get set up to fuck away a conniving bastard's debts. She was still musing over this new twist in her recently begun sexual life when Paul bid her goodbye and went out the door. **** Becky was sitting on the bed looking at a book when the doorknob turned. She looked up with a smile as a boy entered. "Hi," she said, her face bright but her heart sinking. Oh, God! she thought suddenly. He's a dwarf! The guy wasn't really a dwarf, but he stood at least five inches shorter than Becky. She didn't have to measure him with a yardstick to know that if they stood face to face, his eyes would be on a level with her collarbone. "Who are you?" asked the boy, his eyes bugging ...» |
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