She s late
The crisp, winter air bit into her exposed thighs as she stood at his doorstep. She stopped, nerves rising from her stomach, and took a moment to straighten herself, pulling her crisp white stockings up, straightening her black pleated skirt and neatening her striped, short-sleeved top. She was totally underdressed for the cold winter weather and - what was far worse - she was late. Taking another deep, foreboding breath she knocked on his frosted glass window. Nothing. A minute passed, then...
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