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8/5/04 01:14 pm (UTC)
Well if the Muse strikes ....

"I'm done with cleaning out the stables, Mrs. Kent, and Mr. Kent's out with the other guys in the South 40. You have any jobs for me?"

Martha eyed the sweaty, shirtless man on the other side of the screen door, a fluttering low in her belly and dampness between her legs.

"Why yes, Randall, I do have a job for you ... come on in ..."


And this morning a stray thought crossed my mind, "Like potato chips, Martha can't have just one."
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