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Her Little SisterChapter 2
Allison knew I would be waiting outside the theaters, and I was. I almost didn't recognize her. Her long, darkish-blonde hair was bound up in some sort of braid or bun, and there were glasses on the bridge of her nose. She was wearing a long-sleeved white blouse and a short black pleated skirt, with high-heeled shoes and no hose. The effect was totally contradictory, and extremely erotic. The bound-up hair, the glasses, and the long-sleeved blouse created a prim-and-proper impression that...