A fantasy hits me like hot water is poured over my head. Cora, in that black dress, catching me in the act with Jerald. I imagine Cora, striding toward me and glaring as I shrug helplessly. Stopping an arm’s length away, she leans down, her hair falling in front of her eyes. Slim fingers work along her hips to the hem of her underwear, slipping them down long legs and stepping out of them with dainty precision. Then as she turns around, she bends over in front of me, tight dress riding up around her hips. With a smirk, she moves to place her panties delicately on the exposed nail that is
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