![]() “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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