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She opened the second bag and held up a sleeveless black cocktail dress, one of five she already owned. “I can always use another little black dress,” she said. Finally, she looked around the room. “Where’s Steffy?” she asked. “Working in the garden with Annie.” Jane went to the window and looked outside. “How sweet,” she said, “but a little dirty, don’t you think?” _______

Jane decided that she wanted to go to graduate school at Cambridge College and get a degree in public health. “But you’ve never shown an interest in public health,” I said. “I’ve just never talked about it, but I’m very concerned about malaria, HIV, polio, and some other thing…I can’t remember what it is.” I tried to talk her out of it, but it didn’t work. “What about the baby?” I asked. “What about her,” she said. “You won’t be around much to watch her grow.” “I’ll see enough,” she said. “Are you sure?” I asked. I sat down next to her and kissed her face and lips. I unbuttoned her shirt and slipped off her bra. I kissed her shoulders, neck, and breasts. I held them in my hand and squeezed her nipples. “And what about me?” I asked. Jane smiled slyly. “And what about you,” she answered, stepping out of a black leather miniskirt and blue silk panties. - 82 -

The Fine Line Issue 3  

The Fine Line presents its third compilation of art, fiction and poetry by contributors Francis Raven, Michael Young, Dorothee Lang, Raj Sha...

The Fine Line Issue 3  

The Fine Line presents its third compilation of art, fiction and poetry by contributors Francis Raven, Michael Young, Dorothee Lang, Raj Sha...

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