No...
grow the bush even more. That shot of her bottomless in the blue shirt is top notch.
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She greeted him at the door naked, a champagne glass in hand and a bacchanal raging behind her. “Burgess, dahling!” she cried. One thing led to another...
“And then, just before the petite mort, she whispers in my ear, ‘Don’t come inside me, Burgess dahling—I’m engaged to Jock Whitney!’ ”
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