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Some guy’s homeHelena and me were both alone that long week end, loving hubbies flew away on business; so we decided to go to a bar for some drinks on that warm Saturday night.I dressed not so much conservative; black lacy underwear, a tight little dark blue skirt that stopped an inch higher than mid-thigh and a sleeveless strappy black top, with my favorite black high stiletto heels.After some few margaritas, I found myself a little bit fuzzy and lost sight of Helena.I was getting a bunch of...