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Chapter 8

Lunch was torture, the kind the masochist within totally loved. Thank the Goddess the only seat left was right next to Stasia.  She made every attempt to touch me. Causing warm sparks, and flag pole in my pants.  Her leg grazed mine. She touched me as she asked for salt.   

Stasia tank top showed off her cleavage.  Which she made appoint of learning down to tie her shoe, so I got full view. Stasia had amazing tattoos on her back, and upper arm. Everyone was an art piece. Every move she made seemed innocent to others, I am sure. But I was ready to fuck her brains out.  

Stasia left early from lunch, saying she need to check on some new information. She stated she needed to verify the information before sending off the informationa

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