The Innocent Wildcard

and why is he

. My hands rub the towel across my head, then lower it to wring out the bottom strands. On the way out, I slide the phone into my back pocket and tie my ha

nta Rosa Country Club. I work at a private estate that resembles a mansion full of oval windows. It has the greenest grass ever. The gold and gray

he eye can see. I've been working here for three years now and enjoy the favoriti

sappear, and my butt flattens like an old woman's. I couldn't look like that at a fancy-ass co

icult for us. Either them or their children. It's crazy how men think women are all objects to be toyed with. Har

nsation jolts my entire body. I wonder if that's what it feels like when a guy cums inside a woman. If so, yes, please. A wide staircas

guy a bit older than me, smiles m

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m mine in the morning?" He leans forward supporting his head with his hand. Ok

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ust me,

ters and whack him with

. Come on; you're single; I'm single. Why aren't we bang

eady to ge

be the only woman doing it that way." He t

rs. I do so with my waist thrust so my booty is more pronou

ing fair at al

s downstairs. The only difference is the dining area and bar stations. Sets of French doors lead out to a

ubby face, unlike my slim one, and her

for t

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es, and silverware. "The best customer

, I swear. We can't save

our credit and t

r grumbles. "I wish our parents had savings ins

ne job we thought we'd be r

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s, wanna hit a re

alone....and be the thi

of your Ti

t know. The guy migh

site." Taylor's light vo

don't want to

y water. "Try out dating. How are you gonna know

loor. "You did not just

. You could be missing the one by not doing that. Just

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you I'm

om guy won't lead to

e faith...surprises happen. Just

him up." I