Vixen Manor
"Perhaps later," you start. The massaging stops.
"Later?"
"Yes," you say, not quite feeling prepared, "Not now. In fact, I was thinking of wandering around a bit more. I hear you have some wonderful gardens."
"You want to see the gardens?" asks Charlene, in near amazement.
She is so vain.
"I don't know," you reply, sitting up and reaching for your shirt. You run the back of your hand along her smooth cheek and down her neck. "I'm just not . . ."
"Not what? Don't you find me attractive?"
"I don't know," you say lying, "I may not have met the right one."
"Is there anything I can do?" coos Charlene.
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"Yes," you say, not quite feeling prepared, "Not now. In fact, I was thinking of wandering around a bit more. I hear you have some wonderful gardens."
"You want to see the gardens?" asks Charlene, in near amazement.
She is so vain.
"I don't know," you reply, sitting up and reaching for your shirt. You run the back of your hand along her smooth cheek and down her neck. "I'm just not . . ."
"Not what? Don't you find me attractive?"
"I don't know," you say lying, "I may not have met the right one."
"Is there anything I can do?" coos Charlene.