Sandy was preparing for a night out. Her name just made her even more self-conscious. It felt like a denial of her heritage. She practised her smile, even knowing that she'd spend most of the night fending off the perverts.
However, with a body like hers, she knew that was inevitable, it just didn't make it any easier to take.
Besides, most guys wouldn't even pretend to look at her face.
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