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“God, you’re beautiful, Miriam,” Roger Trenton said in hushed awe as he stood near the lovely blonde woman. “You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever known.”
“Nonsense,” Miriam Dodge softly giggled. “I’m a thirty-four year old English teacher past her prime. Flattery will get you nowhere, Roger.”
“You know you’re every bit as youthful looking as when you were twenty. Why, if I didn’t know better, I’d say you could be my son Mark’s older sister.”
The handsome, dark-haired man spoke with genuine admiration in his voice as he rapturously studied her magnificently-proportioned body. She was sitting in a relaxed position on a striped blanket, their picnic lunch spread around her like an offering, and her hand was slightly stroking the heavily furred neck of Roger’s German Shepherd dog, Buck. Golden sunlight of the abnormally hot Indian summer filtered through surrounding pines and gilded her already tanned form like an admiring spotlight from the Gods. From where Roger stood at the other side of the mossy clearing, the pretty school teacher was the ultimate he had ever desired in a woman, and his leanly muscular thighs throbbed to possess all of her ripely curvaceous flesh.
Fictional reading for entertainment purposes only.