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As always, Elise came through the door like a gunslinger.

She never has to say she’s home; I can hear her.

When I reached out to hug her, she kissed me long and slow, then slid her lips down my neck to bury her face between my breasts.

“Greeting the girls?” I asked, my voice catching.

“Hell, these are ladies,” she said.

“I think it’s funny that you anthropomorphize them,” I said. “Maybe they should have their own names.”

“Sweet old-fashioned names,” she murmured into my cleavage.

“We can call this one Chastity,” I offered helpfully.

“Perfect. Then we’ll call this one Irony.”

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