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Swinging wifeThey seemed to have no shame and always to be on the lookout for some sexual encounter. He wished he had had those experiences for himself when he was in high school, but, his memories consisted mainly of groping in the back seat of his father's car for a cheap feel. Fran smiled boldly at Mr. Briscoe. "I'm flattered," she told him, letting her eyes give more meaning to her remark than her simple words. "We've instituted a new policy far homecoming queens," Mr. Briscoe went on, clearing his throat in an effort to assert to assert his fast-fading authority in the situation. "The winner must give a speech at assembly, stating why she thinks she deserves this honor." "When?" Fran wanted to know. She wondered if she would have time to think up a speech, or if she would have to improvise one. Mr. Briscoe glanced at his watch. "I'm calling a three-thirty assembly for this afternoon," he said. "For all the teachers and the student body." At the use of the word body, he allowed his eyes to once again caress Fran's form. "What time is it now?" Fran asked. "Two o'clock," he answered. "I might add that I'm interviewing several girls for this honor, in case your speech doesn't quite measure up to the standards I've laid down." Shill Fran thought ...» | Код для вставки книги в блог HTML
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