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B is for The Hand of Gordon (Act 14)

14.

He took pleasure in seeing her dress for work.  Grey career suit. Black turtle neck. Small jade earrings. One ring. The pen. And then there were the pink stilettos. She had never subscribed to the primary colours of women - pink, salmon, hysteria – but somehow, the pink worked well on her. It was a hint. A tickling of the imagination. This tightly wound business class was… more. He knelt and placed the pink on her massaged feet. Gordon lingered. It was an act of seduction. But also, it was an act of worship.

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