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When I enter her apartment, Rosie is already in her outfit. She’s wearing colourful pants and a candy pink top that compresses her breasts. I must admit that she’s well made for an old woman. She has a little belly but I would be very happy to have her body at her age. I don’t think she’s quite aware of the fact that I haven’t exercised in ages. I’ll never last. I’ll die of a heart attack during the session. And then, between us, what a mess! I’m going to ruin all my efforts for the day. My hair, for example. It barely survived the attack of the other madwoman in uniform. If I tie it up, my curls will be completely ruined. I wanted to keep them going until Sunday lunch, with my future mother-in-law. Oh, what, I’m kidding. I know very well that Jacky is already taken and that I don’t intere
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