“She was trying to tell me,” he said roughly, his fingers digging in. “Tell you what?” I asked in confusion. “Whenever she came pawing at me or flirting with me, she always used to say the same things over and over. Always the same words in the same order and I was so caught up in being horrified that my friend’s mother was trying it on with me that I never really thought about what she was really saying.” “What words?” I asked. “Handsome, enamouring, lovely, powerful. And sometimes she’d add unbelievable and sexy too.” “So...” “The first letter of each of those words spells out the message
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