. I have this."I reached into my purse and pulled out the slip with the ten free beautyappointments, of which five are unused."Oh!" Janice cries out, and sinks into the nearest salon chair, staringat the coupon and covering her mouth in shock. "Oh my god," she saysfinally. "Where did you get this?"Janice looks up at me, her eyes wet. "Are you Kelly?"She knows me? My heart leaps into my throat."I'm sorry! I'm so sorry, I'll leave!" Panicking, I turn to go."Don't you dare!" Janice says, fiercely grabbing my arm to prevent mefrom going. "Where did you get this?" I... I'm a roomer with Mr. Feyla and his daughter Morgen? I'm renting aroom. And I saw this coupon on Mrs. Feyla's desk? And I thought itwouldbe okay... I'm so sorry! It was stupid of me. I'll go and take it back--" Don't you dare," Janice growls, grasping my arm in a grip so tight I'msure it's going to leave a bruise. She stops like that for the longesttime, staring at the slip of paper and gulping, tears slowly drippingdown. A pair of hands grabbed my hips from behind. It was Sean; I smiled at him and said I needed a chair.But Sean pulled me in close, his hands around my back just above my waistline. I put my arms around his neck and looked into his eyes. Then I realized he was so good looking.I broke the eye contact and put my head onto his shoulder. Sean moved his hands down slightly, touching my buttocks and grinding into me. I could feel him now; he was large; much larger than my husband. Finally, the song ended and I hurried back to the table.Sean sat down next to me and again placed his hand on my knee. He started to caress my leg, stroking it and rubbing in small circles. Just then, his hand started creeping up my thigh. It made its way under my skirt and then, despite my reservations, I parted my legs briefly to allow him access. Then suddenly, coming to my senses, I closed my legs again, moved his hand out and stood up. I muttered that I needed to go to the ladies room.There I sat in a stall and.
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