I closed my eyes. I could feel Jean’s breasts press into my chest. Loose strands of her long flowing brunette hair tickled my nose. Her breathes, initially short and rapid, slowed to a relaxed warm pulse against my cheek. Her clothes reeked of sweat infused with the stench of fired gunpowder. I could still hear the last echoes of machine gun fire fade across the darkened walls of the enclosure like the staccato clicking of a tap dancer’s shoes slowly drifting off a stage.
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