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DAPHNE
The bubbles from the hot tub frothed their warmth against my skin. I had to admit, it felt good sitting outside on our private patio in the black bathing suit Jared picked out, which cut across my ample thighs and lifted my cleavage so my boobs resembled tasty appetizers. It wasn’t the fit, but the way Tony looked as if he wanted to devour me when I wore it and made me feel attractive.
My older sister, Maggie, had little advice to offer with matters of the heart. Even as a young girl, I recognized her relationships with men were business negotiations, not love affairs. Her date for the prom? The boy with the most impressive box of chocolates and the largest bouquet for Valentine’s Day.
I never heard her speak of having feelings for any guy. She only mentioned the things they
