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A generously proportioned blonde crept down the basement stairs clad in an almost see through camisole and a pair of panties. She carried a baseball bat like that would actually protect her from the mass murderer waiting for her.
Why she didn’t simply call the cops or run to the neighbors or heck, do anything other than confront the baddie, Nancy didn’t know.
As predicted, the mad man jumped out of the shadows. Predicted or not, Nancy jumped anyway, popcorn flying, then cuddling closer to Ted’s warm body.
“Don’t worry, Nancy,” he played with her curls, “I’ll protect you.”
“Would you?” She peered up at his handsome face. Nancy, a self sufficient gal, considered herself capable of protecting herself. However, Ted’s offer looked pretty good about now…. Ted looked pretty good about now.
“I would. I’m on the varsity table tennis team, you know,” he boasted.
“Hhhmmm…” She didn’t quite know how that skill would help against a crazy, axe murderer. Would he paddle the man? Send a serve to his head?
“You smell nice.” Ted nuzzled near her ear, sending shivers down her neck.
“Really?” That was strange. She didn’t wear perfume. “Must be my deodorant.” Why’d she say that? So not sexy.
Ted simply laughed. “I like it. Don’t stop wearing it.”
“Umm…” she felt like a fool, “I won’t.”
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Read more about a much older Nancy, Anne’s business partner, in Breach Of Trust, available May 2008.
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