Flee the Night
Flee the Night0 0 5 Scritto da: Jezabel Presley
"Can't I wait upstairs? It's not as if I'm a thief, I'm related to him. And I haven't anywhere to go."
"Sorry, that's not permitted. Besides, we've only passkeys to some of the apartments."
Joyce Kelly sighed her regret. She waited for a break in traffic and rushed across the wide street. Men arrested by her striking good looks stared, others whistled. Her athletic body was provocative and invited comments. She was tall, about five-feet-nine, perhaps a shade too…
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