…There was a knock on his door. “Mr. Sambuca?” A woman’s voice, soft and tentative.
He opened it and saw a pretty girl, a woman really, who had passed girlhood a while ago, but still retained a pretty, youthful look. …
Read More…There was a knock on his door. “Mr. Sambuca?” A woman’s voice, soft and tentative.
He opened it and saw a pretty girl, a woman really, who had passed girlhood a while ago, but still retained a pretty, youthful look. …
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