She bolted upright as she heard footsteps rumble towards the door, cursing UPS for being so damn persistent in such foul weather. Her pat answer to all inquiries was, “I let my sister Shari make me over,” while she kept from staring at her own reflection in the shiny shoes past her bare knees. It was her figure, her style of dress, her manner of arranging the hair. She creaked, groaned, and rattled; but that was only her way of yawning when she awoke. " And, once more enveloping himself in darkness, he pursued his course. She pulled his shirt from its tucked belted state and snaked her hands around his waist. They are the only happy women in the Orient.
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