#157458 - She pants, her head falling back against the wall. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I hear the stairwell door slam shut, and the rhythmic clicking of heels crossing the far end of the garage, the beep of a car alarm being disarmed, a door opened and closed, then an engine starts and drives away. She tore it open and dove her hands inside the shirt stroking my chest.
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