Twenty year old Jennifer Talon, soon to be twenty-one, ran a hand through her long black hair as she waited for the elevator repairman to kick the elevator back into gear. It was hot in the elevator, even though she was alone with the handsome James North. She let out a sigh as the elevator started moving again, realizing what a sorry state her life was in if she thought the elderly tobacco chewing slug was becoming attractive to her. When she finally reached her floor, she stepped quickly out of the elevator and promptly stepped in something sticky that pulled at her favorite white shoes....
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