She was standing close to him, feet apart, hands on her softly rounded hips. She was young - no more than twenty-five or six, wearing tight jeans and a sweatshirt. Although her top was over-sized and baggy, Bill could see the gentle rise and fall of her generous breasts as she spoke. Her face, framed by that mass of red curls, was pale, a rash of freckles splashed across her cheeks. Her eyes, a startling shade of green, seemed to dance seductively as she smiled at him. But it was her lips, so full and pouty, that he found infinitely beguiling. He couldn't take his eyes off her. He began to feel himself stir, his mind so overwhelmed by her presence that he could barely comprehend what she was saying.
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