{NYRA}I was ambling towards my car when Mr. Dave, one of the paint tutors, ran to my side, breathless, as if he were being chased by a wild boar.“Mr. Dave… Have you been running? You could have raised my attention. I wasn't in a hurry.”He replied, revealing his improperly fractured teeth. “I did, Ms. Nyra. Wow! Your legs are fast for a stunning woman like you.”“And I must say that you are so beautiful. I mean— of course… I… I… just said the same thing. Sorry… I'm just nervous.”Dave grinned, happily like a fan… eager to meet his secret idol.The jeans hugged his legs tightly, so that I could see his huge bulge showing in the middle. I look away. Thankfully he didn't notice my awkward expression. I didn't want to make him more uneasy.“Oh! Thanks,” I said. My lips flickered into a pretentious smile as if I enjoyed his presence.In a second— my brows narrowed and my mouth twisted…When Dave brought out a curvy-edge spray from his brown leather bag. My curiosity was still at the e
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