The following week, I was doing some maintenance in an occult novelty store. When I finished, I spotted an odd, crystal pendant that really caught my attention. It sparkled in the light while giving off a rainbow of different colors. Uniquely unusual, the only crystal like it, I picked it up from the rack and held it in my hand."What's this," I asked the twenty-something-year-old clerk, a goth girl, named Gwen, by her nametag, who turned out to be the owner of the store?Even with her jet, black hair, her black eye makeup, her black lipstick, and her pale face powder, I could see that, beneath all of that, she was a very attractive woman. I wondered if she dressed in goth just to sell her merchandise. I wondered what she looked like without her goth clothes, jewelry, her black makeup, and white face powder.Yet, what I noticed was that she wore a nearly transparent blouse decorated with netting. She wasn't wearing a bra. With her young enough that her breasts didn't sag, she had big
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