ROAD,
NIGHT
The night had come.
Mary Montague-Smythe glided up the cobbled road.
She was late for her appointment.
And she hated to be late!
She had short, blonde hair. blue eyes, and petite. She wore a yellow dress, a brown skirt, a collar of Elizbeathan ruff, and flat yellow slipper shoes on her feet.
And she had huge breasts, and was 22 years old.
A lovely night!, she thought to herself. And, for her, the night was wonderous. She stopped by the lamp, which illumned in the darkness.
She continued onwards.
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Up ahead, Mary saw a couple kissing.
The Gentleman smiling, Wrapping his arms around his fiancee. She giggling, blushing. They ignored her, as they headed away into the privacy of their own World.
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THE VAMPIRES OF MIST GATE (BOOK FIVE)
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