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Chapter 17 - To Prevent a Love-bite
“We will leave in an hour. I’ll send Heather to help you prepare.” I yelped and flew back up the stairs. I am embarrassed to admit that I’ve never been on a real date before. I’ve never even been to a real concert, unless you count the free concerts the South City band plays in the park during the summer. I threw open the wardrobe and groaned. “What do you wear to a concert?” I asked myself out loud. Heather was climbing the stairs behind me, huffing and puffing in her hurry. “Something formal, elegant, but not too fancy.” I dug through the dresses hanging in plastic wrapping in the back of the closet. I discarded the red cocktail dress immediately. With my large breasts I’d look like a two-dollar hooker. The classic little black dress looked kind of promising, but it had short
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