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It wasn’t anything like the modern little bungalow they’d had on Jamey Halo’s estate up at Quarrysite, but she wasn’t going to allow herself to become depressed over that, Susan Sheldon mused sullenly. It was clean and fairly well furnished; besides, moving had been her own idea; Jamey, had wanted them to stay, rent free, but with Cal gone such a thing was out of the question. She could only imagine what the Parksburg gossips would have made out of that… and probably with good cause, for certainly she could feel herself weakening more each time she saw him. She’d had to consider Nadine and her future… consider the bitter scars that wicked tongues could leave on the mind of a delicate and beautiful young girl… and she had made her decision accordingly.
Susan sat at the small kitchenette table drinking coffee and smoking her first morning cigarette. She wore a light blue wrapper over matching pajamas, its tailored-design doing little to hide her willowy Eurasian beauty, her erect breasts, slender waist, full rounded hips and buttocks. A voyeur would have to guess at the sleek lushness of thigh, the enchanting contour of calf and the hidden strength of those long, smooth legs, but he would form his prurient conclusions from the dazzling loveliness of her finely featured face and long, raven-black oriental hair… feeling confident in his assumptions.
It was six-thirty and she hadn’t been able to sleep; in fact, the whole night had been a fiasco that she laid to her troubled, fear-filled and frustrated thoughts, the unfamiliar, too-soft bed, plus, having her daughter as a sleeping partner in place of Cal.
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