Mum's Friend Jane

Mum’s Friend Jane

“Oh, hi Jane.” I opened the front door and there stood my Mum’s friend. I never liked her much, though I’d always found her sexy. It was that kind of ‘you’re a bitch and that’s why I want you’ attraction. Sh

Coffee Date

I sat at the table in the far corner of the coffee shop, keeping an eye on everyone that walked through the door. Time seemed like an eternity, the steady tick, tick, tock providing rhythm, to my eager impatience for her to arrive.

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