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He had been watching her all evening, and she could feel his eyes on her as she moved to the bar to get one last glass of wine. It was getting late and she should go home; but the music had been so hot and there had been no shortage of dance partners. He hadn't asked her to dance all night. He'd just kept watching her. Every time she looked up his eyes were on her following her every move.

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The smell of lilacs permeated the air as MaryBeth strolled out onto her veranda with her morning coffee. MaryBeth was a long lean golden drink of southern womanhood. She was at almost fifty a tribute to good breeding, good habits, and a great plastic surgeon. Newly divorced her libido frequently got the most of her. Today was no exception.

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