| "Gawd, what a week," she sighs, entering the apartment, glad to be home and gladder still the long week is finally over. She reaches up and pulls the ties from her hair, and shakes the silken auburn mass about her shoulders. As she kicks off her practical pumps and heads for the living room, her fine boned hand rakes through the mess, combing out the day's stress. She pads through the living room, her stocking feet whispering along the hardwood floors. Her nimble fingers unbutton her smart jacket to reveal a white silk blouse, something she bought once on a whim. As the jacket is shrugged off and tossed casually over the couch, she makes her way towards the kitchen, the blouse moving with her curves, the small but conservative black skirt molded to her thighs as her long legs stride. Once in the brightly lit kitchenette she pours herself a well-deserved drink, a nice white wine from a bottle left over in the refrigerator. Cradling the crystal glass in her small hand, she rests...
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