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'Is her skirt dragging?' Buddy asked. |
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'Just a little,' Cyndi said. |
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'Well, get it off the floor, damn it.' |
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Wrinkling her nose, Cyndi rushed in from the side. She reached under and pulled a handful of skirt toward her and folded it over the gal's thigh. Then she scowled at her hand. |
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'I told you, there's nothing to worry about.' |
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Buddy changed direction toward the foot of the stairs. |
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'We're going upstairs?' Doug asked. |
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Lou had figured they would carry her into the guest restroom on the ground floor. But he realized, now, that it only had a sink and toilet, no tub or shower. Buddy's bedroom, on the second floor, had its own john with a big bathtub. |
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And we're going to put her in it. |
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He wondered if they would take her clothes off. The girls won't stand for that, he thought. Maybe they'll strip her but make us leave. |
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Buddy started up the stairs. The top of the gal's head was pressed against his belly. Her shoulders were bare except for straps that looked like wide ribbons. The dress was low cut, but not that low. It didn't show any of her breasts or cleavage. Her breasts were there, though, making the fabric bulge. And they shook just a little as she was jostled. |
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Sheila and Cyndi, behind him on the stairs, weren't saying anything. |
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