Snippets
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Sight
"I like your glasses." Holly said sitting in Eliot's lap. They were relaxing at home; shoes kicked off, contacts disposed of. Eliot smiled; he didn't know many women who preferred his glasses to contacts. Holly found them sexy as hell. And lo and behold he thought her thick black framed specs were better than cleavage.
They both had horrible eyesight. She was like Velma from Scooby Doo. He saw the world as an impressionist painting. Evolutionary speaking her should not be turned on by a lass in glass, nor should she. Glasses were bad. He kissed her.
Their glasses bumped.