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Wet and readyLast summer I had been here. I laughed wickedly to myself and licked my lips, tasting the creamy thickness of my orange-flavored lipstick. But that was different. Last summer I had been naive and innocent. Last summer I was still a virgin. But this summer was different. The door of the train slid silently open, and a bright flood of sunlight poured into the train. I squinted into the world beyond, searching excitedly through the golden tint of my sunglasses. "Riverhead!" the conductor announced. The train jerked to a halt, and I picked up my overnight bag. I stepped from the train and looked around the station. The sun felt good on my legs, and a cool summer breeze made my short skirt flap against my thighs. I had purposely worn my briefest, sexiest dress. I was anxious to show the Wells family how much I had grown since last summer. I was especially anxious to see Gus Wells' reaction. "Tootsie!" someone called out in a squeaky little voice. "I see Tootsie! I see Tootsie!" I turned towards the voice. It was five-year-old Percy, and he was screeching in ecstasy at his discovery ...» |
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