The Devils Game
"Don't get used to it, doe."
Irena pauses, and she turns to face me. Her brown's eyes stared deep into mine as she tried to read something that she could not understand. "Why do you call me that?" she questions as she looks at me, an imploring depth in her brown eyes. "You remind me of a doe. Gentle, grace, kindness, love, and peace." I pause and she frowns. "Thus a doe also represents a fighter, aware of its surroundings, smart, strategic, and secretly wild," I state. Irena inhales a deep breath, her full, shapely breasts rising to attract my notice. "You don't know what you're talking about." She declares as she pulls her gaze away from mine and scrubs the plate aggressively. I crane a bro
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