![]() ![]() “Yes, yes we did … a little help? I’m giving a full salute here. “Do I need to get a set of pliers and pull the zipper up myself? Didn’t we see that done in a movie once?” she mused, getting off track. ![]() “Sweet rack,” she said, acknowledging my bra. And mother of pearl, she was almost always right. Holly had always had a way of getting me to do things she wanted me to do (under the guise that she knew what was best for me). ![]() I was laid out flat on the sheets in a charming lacy peach bra, half way in and out of the damn jeans that she had convinced me to buy, even though I knew I was in no way young enough to work them in the way they deserved to be worked. Suck it in, Grace!” She came barreling through the door, stopping short when she saw me struggling on the bed. I was in the process of trying to get my ass into a new pair of low rise jeans that were so low they might be illegal. “Wow,” I heard her say as I laughed quietly to myself. “Did you actually just say that to a half-naked girl? Seriously, you should know better. “Is this an ‘I don’t think you’re ready for this jelly’ situation?” You do realize I have seen you na**d before, right?” Holly shouted through the bedroom door. ![]()
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