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Jade Volkova was aged 26, and she was beautiful. She had black hair, full of volume, and it shone beautifully in the sun. Her complexion was perfect, with cream colored skin. Her mother was Russian, so she had a look of it to her. She had never known her father, but her mother always said she had his eyes. Her mother had never married her father, and regretted it. Jade had a perfect nose, and full lips. Her eyes were her true beauty of her face, those green pools, which you could stare into for hours. She wore little makeup, and was dressed in a red halter top, and a short denim skirt, which showed off her long and shapely legs.
She was so surprised to see him that she jumped, and uttered something in Russian. "Hmm, nothing bad about me, I hope." Dwayne said calmly. However, he was anything but calm. His palms were sweaty, and his stomach was doing flip-flops. "What? Oh, no." she said, flustered, "I was just surprised, that's all."
"Oh, I see," he replied, " Well, what do you know, it's raining." "So it is." She replied, walking out the door.
He followed her, the rain pouring down on his shoulders. "Hey, um, I know you live far away, so, well, would you like to come to my house, just until the rain stops? I would hate for you to have to walk in the rain."
She paused, hesitating. "I don't know if that's a good idea." "Just as a friend." He assured. " Well, okay then." She said.
Jade Volkova was aged 26, and she was beautiful. She had black hair, full of volume, and it shone beautifully in the sun. Her complexion was perfect, with cream colored skin. Her mother was Russian, so she had a look of it to her. She had never known her father, but her mother always said she had his eyes. Her mother had never married her father, and regretted it. Jade had a perfect nose, and full lips. Her eyes were her true beauty of her face, those green pools, which you could stare into for hours. She wore little makeup, and was dressed in a red halter top, and a short denim skirt, which showed off her long and shapely legs.
She was so surprised to see him that she jumped, and uttered something in Russian. "Hmm, nothing bad about me, I hope." Dwayne said calmly. However, he was anything but calm. His palms were sweaty, and his stomach was doing flip-flops. "What? Oh, no." she said, flustered, "I was just surprised, that's all."
"Oh, I see," he replied, " Well, what do you know, it's raining." "So it is." She replied, walking out the door.
He followed her, the rain pouring down on his shoulders. "Hey, um, I know you live far away, so, well, would you like to come to my house, just until the rain stops? I would hate for you to have to walk in the rain."
She paused, hesitating. "I don't know if that's a good idea." "Just as a friend." He assured. " Well, okay then." She said.