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Aacal drew back an arrow hand of full brush and rainbow pallet.
"What business is it of his if I am painting this morning or not?"
Aacal shook her pretty soft head of hair loose. She was discouraged.
Aacal rinsed her black tights and threw them in the empty dryer with
"His" wet morning shower towel. "How dare he shower this morning."
AAacal ticked at her own thoughts of foreplay, pulled on some warmer
leggin's and crawler up with her long limb body to the top of the stairs.
The kitchen was warming, the cat purring.
AAacal's heart throbbed. He was cute in his pajammies over the hungry cat.
Jazzy wrapped around his ankles in a familiar site and sounds.
Aacal put her lips together in a kiss and brushed over his fluffy head.
She took a sniff and agreed with the cat.
9:22 a.m. - 2021-10-22