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Miss Rea well she has this thing about men well most men not all men but most and it was something she had from a child well a young girl and she hated it when men were alone with her she'd blush and sort of look kind of scared as if any moment they would do something unseemly but anyway there she is in the office and in comes Mr Cloro a nice guy not much upstairs but a decent kind of guy and she looks at him and he pores himself a coffee out of the coffee *** on the stove and she gazes at his hands and imagines all sorts of things he has done with his hands and she looks at the mug he is holding and thinks of how his wife(if he has one she doesn't know) copes with him near her how she copes having him breathe near her and God knows what else he may do while at home and in bed and the mere thought of that makes her go a bright kind of red.
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Sep 9, 2016
Sep 9, 2016 at 12:23 PM UTC
MISS REA'S FEAR.
Miss Rea well she has this thing about men well most men not all men but most and it was something she had from a child well a young girl and she hated it when men were alone with her she'd blush and sort of look kind of scared as if any moment they would do something unseemly but anyway there she is in the office and in comes Mr Cloro a nice guy not much upstairs but a decent kind of guy and she looks at him and he pores himself a coffee out of the coffee *** on the stove and she gazes at his hands and imagines all sorts of things he has done with his hands and she looks at the mug he is holding and thinks of how his wife(if he has one she doesn't know) copes with him near her how she copes having him breathe near her and God knows what else he may do while at home and in bed and the mere thought of that makes her go a bright kind of red.
A WOMAN AND HER HANGUPS ABOUT MEN.
TerryCollett
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Sep 9, 2016
Sep 9, 2016 at 12:23 PM UTC
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