She grabbed my hand and pulled me towards her little garden, proud to show me what she had done. I stood there frozen listening to her and barely able to make little "Uh-huh" at what I hoped were appropriate times. As she pushed strands of her hair back from her face, she added more streaks of dirt on her face and somehow it made her look even sexier.
Now that I was closer, I could see that her bra wasn't just nice, it was remarkable. It must have cost her a fortune and she wouldn't wearing it for gardening. In the back of my mind, I had allowed myself to hope that she would, maybe one more time, wake me with her breasts. Someday. Maybe. But this couldn't be a coincidence.
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