Her blonde hair is swept back into a tiny ponytail at the top of her neck. It doesn’t quite reach her shoulders. Her skin is pale. She’s my height, in flat black leather ankle boots. She wears black knee socks, which leave twelve inches of delicious thigh before the bottom of her tight black cotton skirt. I can’t see what lies between the skirt and her ponytail, but I know it’s good.

Thankfully, she can’t take her pretty green eyes off of me.

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