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BOOK EIGHT

Wearing only my bathrobe, I wandered into the kitchen and over to the counter. I got together the fixings for coffee, assembled them, and got the coffee maker going. I'd just flipped the switch to turn it on when I heard footsteps coming down the hall. I turned and watched Eva, a young woman who occasionally spends the night at my house, wander into the kitchen. She was wearing one of my dress shirts. Her short red hair was tousled, and her well-shaped bare legs showed below the shirt, which, because she was so short, came to a spot about halfway down her thighs.

The shirt would have come lower, but Eva's breasts, which would have been big on any woman but looked gigantic on her tiny form, shortened it a little. As I watched, she put her hands behind her head, stretched, and yawned. It was Monday morning. She and I had, as we occasionally do, spent the weekend together.

"Good morning," I said.

"Good morning," she replied. "I like it better when you come over to my house for the weeken
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