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The butter guy.

I took my bath, myself. I wasn’t sick, I didn’t need anyone bathing me. Besides, I was in a different state than yesterday, if I agreed to let him touch me at this moment, it would be a very sexual advancement.

I decided to wear something unusual, a little touch of sexiness that gave no room for pity, I picked a crop. It was white, a little bit thick but it clung to my skin and gave me comfort. Then I chose a nice navy pants that was free at the end.

It outlined my curves and made me feel good.

Alexandro sat on the armchair, watching me with an expression I could not read as I went back and forth. I didn’t like being idle so I decided to re-curl my hair. The waves had begun to straighten and it made me lose a bit of my glow.

“Let me do it.” I looked into the mirror to see Alexandro standing behind me. He took the curler out of my hand before I could protest.

“Do you know how to do it?” I asked, he didn’t strike me as a man who had past experiences in something like curling hair.

He di
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