| [Apr. 19th, 2010|01:14 am] |
Ten minutes later and dressed, Sammy opened the bathroom door to see Qamar still immersed in the file. Since he was so well occupied she took a moment to put on some makeup and comb her damp hair again. Find her shoes. Dab perfume on her pulse points.
Glare at the ceiling.
"Is there anything helpful in the file?" she finally asked. |
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