Just below the porch light outside my door, she seduced me. It was 2008. She lured me with her lovely dress, its delicate lines expressing the contours of her lithe body; the scalloped train that dragged behind her -a beautiful thing about which she never gave a thought; her prickly thighs, daring you to touch them; her arms, oh her arms! How I longed to be caressed by those arms! Come to me, Prisopus! Walk across my hand! Who are you? What are you? From whence do you come?
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