watching
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The wind tugs at my skirt and blows its cold breath up my legs, making the bare skin above my stockings tingle. There is a brief reprise in the downpour, and I take the opportunity to dash from the office to a nearby café.
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Have you ever picked up on that undertone of eroticism when in the company of others?
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The room is already mostly full of serious looking females, seated on their single-wheeled bicycles.
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Her long limbs keep flexing and stretching their way into my vision as I try my very best to salute the sun.
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He, pacing backwards and around, trying to control the level of his voice and the strong urge he had to push her up against the brick wall a few metres away and kiss her passionately.
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