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smeared the crimson red blotches for added effect. The final kiss was full and hard on his mouth. Then she walked around the foot of the bed, pulled back the covers and crawled in. She was careful not to awaken him, but the longer she laid there, the more unlikely that seemed. |
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In the final minutes before the blessing of sleep enfolded her, Cappy sighed in relief. Another day of survival was how she looked at it. Mission accomplished. She had a handful of $20 bills stashed in her bathroom behind the towels. Not bad! The Air Force was a bunch of dumb asses, paying these stooges their rotation pay in twenties. It was easy, too easy. Good Choice, this Harvey Klinger. She had walked into the Crystal Club, looked over the slim pickings and plucked him out. Good choice! Well done! She had the money and hadn't lifted a fingeror a leg. She smiled to herself, rolled over and curled up into a tight little ball. Then, as they always did, her thoughts turned to Charlie Frazier, and she began to cry. |
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