Blazing Tail
She let out a laugh.
Making her way downstairs, she grabbed a pastry from the breakfast bar and a cup of coffee. Oh well, none of them pasty faced PTA, chastity belt wearing harpies had a man like Rand. Look who is walking through tall cotton now, you sour-faced bitches! Daisy lifted her coffee up in a silent salute to all the old biddies in her hometown, then she reached for the sugar. She shook her head. No sugar or cream. The pastry would be enough. Gotta watch the matronly figure, since I got a man who will be looking at me daily with those cobalt lasers of his. Then, she laughed again. Have a little pastry with your coffee Daze? She rolled her eyes at the dumb reasoning. She sat at the
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