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The Pleasure GirlPerhaps it was damp enough from all that splashing around during their foot sex? She tensed as his eyes strayed to the closed bathroom door. Thankfully, though, he didn’t move toward it. “There was a train robbery over in Parkway,” he said. Parkway was a city south along the quickly crumbling highway going through an area that had once been called Banff National Park. City and town names used before the Catastrophe were being changed as survivors took over. There were so many changes, she hadn’t bothered to keep track any longer. “Oh? So that’s the one that’s thirty or so miles north of here?” “Thirty-five miles south, actually.” “Anyone hurt?” she asked as she kept brushing her mid-back-length strands and stared at him in the mirror. She noticed how his gaze drifted from the closed door to her face as she asked that question. Good. Now all she needed to do was keep his attention focused on her, and hopefully, he wouldn’t ask why the door was shut. “One of the guards was wounded. Nothing serious.” “Well, that’s a good thing ...» | Код для вставки книги в блог HTML
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