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Jane Doe and I were both naked, standing there looking at each other, separated only by a window. I'm not sure Jane was her real name, and I didn't know why she was standing there naked, looking through the window at me. She was barefoot, but her legs looked like high heels make a woman's legs taper up to a perfect curve at her hips. She had lovely big brown eyes, and a body that would turn any male into an animal. She was breathing heavily... watching me ...so carefully... waiting for me to make a move toward her. My Lady Wonder Wench wouldn't know, and wouldn't care. I knew she was naked in the bedroom with Bob. And I knew Bill would be in there with her in a few minutes. Bill was missing an eye, but for some reason she liked him better than Bob. Ha. Got your attention didn't I? Painted some pictures for you didn't I. That's called "Theater of the mind." What I was just telling you really happened. And some of those pictures probably connected you with parts of your body considerably south of your mind.
