After putting away the groceries she stared through the second floor window, opening the beige blinds just a sliver. It felt voyeristic, watching his muscles presenting themselves gloriously in his damp 98 Rock t-shirt working the soapy sponge in a circular motion on the hood of his parked Celica in the carport as she traced the tatoo of another man's name on her upper arm with her fingernail. "If only..." she thought, wistfully. What *would* her mother think?***This is fun!
Hey lady, wanna see my haunch muscles?
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