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Daniel Rohan was mentally sorting a dozen priorities as he ended the phone call and stepped back into the living room. Moving to this part of the country had never been part of his plans but it was necessary. But his job came first and he had to. And besides his friend Frank had assured him that the place was okay. Daniel and Frank had met in college too. But they hardly saw each other since they lived in different states. They had just kept in touch with each other and hung out when they could once in a while.
A young woman stood inside chatting up Frank...Or Karen. He didn't know which and to be honest he really didn't care. She was beautiful. The fabric of her singlet pressed against her modest chest, her long brunette hair was twisted into a bun and rested on top of her head. A few tendrils had excaped from the bun and were all over her face. Long curls fell in disarray past her shoulders. He wondered what it would feel like to reach out and tuck them behind her ears. The look was wildly seductive, as if she had just left her bed. She wore no makeup, not that she needed any. That buttermilk skin would light up any room-most specifically a darkened bedroom.
A compulsive this one's for me resounded in him. He had grown out of picking up women, especially young, free-spirited ones. From his midtwenties on, he'd preferred the convenience of longer-term arrangements with women in his social circle. Now that he was hitting thirty, however, even those comfortable situations came with expectations of a more serious future. His own mother badgered him ceaselessly to marry and give her grandchildren.
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