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2020-10-31 01:30:39"I remember the little boy's name."
Dona got a text message from Madam Alice. She and Harry were getting ready for their double-date. She figured that anything work-related could wait. Harry had made a reservation at a conversation kitchen and bar. It was a bohemian style restaurant that overlooked the city and its urban forest. She loved it there, it was merged with a bookstore. It carried with it a certain nostalgia with it. She was ready, standing in the kitchen with a glass of water in hand. Waiting for Harry. He changed his tie because he felt that dark blue was a bit too conservative.
"Done."
He appeared. Her breath almost caught in her throat. He looked at her with the expectation that said: "So, how do I look?"
She came towards him and held his hand, soft like the surface of a peach. She smiled and looked up at him." You look like a snack."
She trailed her fingers down his chest, felt the fabric of his tie and looked up at him with dreamy eyes. His smile in response made her weak in the knees. His dimples made it worse and she said," We better get going before I take you right here and now and we're not leaving."
His eyes grew dark with lust as he scanned her bodice. He had a spectacular view of her cleavage and noticed how her sparkling dress accentuated her hips. He held her close. "I don't mind."
She was frustrated and gave a playful growl and pushed him from her."Behave." She put her finger up as if scolding a child. He motioned towards the door, making her walk first so he could smack her ass.
On the way and in the car, Harry asked," Who is her date by the way?"
She fixed her bracelet. "No idea."
He gave a nod and playfully said," Mystery Man."
She checked her phone, replying to Madam Alice's text.
-Do tell. But not at the moment, text me in about an hour and a half. And we'll get cracking-
She replied to Harry. " Well whenever I asked, she's given me surface answers."
While she was a bit curious as to who he was, she was more curious as to who the little boy was. Looking out the window at the city lights she hoped to enjoy her night, have an eventful one.
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