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For George
Apr. 21st, 2012 11:19 amIt was a comedy of errors.
A collection of missed opportunities, of clumsy false starts and awkward interruptions. After two months of building up their relationship from scratch, George and Nina couldn't seem to find any time to be alone.
Finally, Nina had taken matters into her own hands.
Sending Abby off with Annie was getting easier, these days. One night away from her girl wasn't quite so excruciating. And after months of having little to no real desire for intimacy, she'd finally broken through to the other side of things, and now was the time, before that fragile want slipped away again.
Her outfit was a bit of a joke. She was dressed as a saloon girl, to put it lightly. A cheap whore, more appropriately. Bustier and garters and a bit of lace. She had a silk dressing gown thrown over the whole thing, still not quite happy with the way her body had settled after pregnancy, and she waited, with an odd spark of nervousness, for George to come over.
A collection of missed opportunities, of clumsy false starts and awkward interruptions. After two months of building up their relationship from scratch, George and Nina couldn't seem to find any time to be alone.
Finally, Nina had taken matters into her own hands.
Sending Abby off with Annie was getting easier, these days. One night away from her girl wasn't quite so excruciating. And after months of having little to no real desire for intimacy, she'd finally broken through to the other side of things, and now was the time, before that fragile want slipped away again.
Her outfit was a bit of a joke. She was dressed as a saloon girl, to put it lightly. A cheap whore, more appropriately. Bustier and garters and a bit of lace. She had a silk dressing gown thrown over the whole thing, still not quite happy with the way her body had settled after pregnancy, and she waited, with an odd spark of nervousness, for George to come over.
