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		<title>* An Elevator Ride * By: Bivalo</title>
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			<description>An elevator ride



It was a hot summer day when Bridget convinced Urs to go to the mall with her. After 2 hours and 10 shoe stores, he was bored.

“Can we go home now?” he asked.

“Soon, babe.” She promised.

“I hate shopping, you know that!”

She looked at him with a mischievous look in her eyes. “How about I make it up to you?”

“How?”

She pulled him close and whispered. “I’m not wearing any underwear.”

Urs looked at her white summer dress. It clung her  ...</description>
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