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Fine. Emerson grabbed Timmy Wilson by the arm. “How was your workout?” she asked, her voice light, friendly, and cheerful. Let me resurrect it,” she said, pulling him along like a fairytale princess with a pet NPC. With a sigh, he started gathering his things, unsure of what to do next. The drive home was quieter. Kassie was standing outside, her arms crossed over her chest, a scowl etched into her perfect features. “And who knows,” she added with a sly smile, “maybe I’ll let you kiss me again.”
She let go of his collar, smoothed her skirt, and turned on her heel like it was just another Tuesday. Was she being attacked? For Kassie. She sat dressed in only a black bra and panties, Sommer started the show.
