Eyes complete with fake lashes, her mouth a red gash, the blouse slipping just off her shoulder, the saree draped in that captivatingly careless fashion, four-inch stilettos with the toes peeping out, she oozed sexuality. If this wasn’t a million dollars, she didn’t know what was. Wish this wasn’t a stupid high-school drama thought she.
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@ Neetika: think this one’s a girls’ special; the only guy i got to read it said it was lost on him 😦
That last line was the clincher 🙂
@ Eric Alagan: Delighted to see a guy liking this one; thanks 🙂
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