And she struts back to her lounge chair, and then there's a series of sitting/lying down/generally showing off the lines of her figure better than some people might assume could be done with such a small person.
As she did so, she reflected on DJ, especially whenever she met his eyes. Nice, sweet boy. Fun. She wondered if she would worry about the issues that had driven her out into the night. No, better not to. Nice colors, DJ had. Something very primal to them. That figured, of course.
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