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  • Sep 11, 2017, 9:02:06 AM

    grrrrrrrr ... I saw your panties ...

    She had been sitting at the bar for half an hour. Her black dress began to wrinkle as she slid restlessly on the leather cloth. Did he move her? Her first blind date and he had the nerve to put her off?
    She had already emptied her Scotch, she was already sorry for it. She threw a few bills on the counter and stood up. A paragraph of her Louboutins hooked in the strap of her purse and she fell lengthwise on the floor. It could not have been any better, her day was finally over.
    She picked herself up from the ground, but met his eyes. Great, so it was even more embarrassing. When his hand appeared in front of her face, she reached for it, smoothed the silky fabric back and arranged the red-blond strands that hung her confused face. She looked up stealthily and muttered a barely audible "Thank you."
    "Not for that," she heard him say in a clear, friendly voice.

    Suddenly she felt his breath close to her neck and a whisper.
    > When I came in, I saw your panties.
    Let's go. I want to see it up close. <

    grrrrrrrr ... I saw your panties ...