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There’s a kind of comfort in expensive bars. For one, it’s perfect for if you need to be both alone and outgoing at the same time. After all, only the couples went to expensive places, no suitor or frat boy would bother with something so out of their league. For Julia, this was the perfect place for her current situation. She was outgoing alright, her curves alone accomplished that. Two taut breasts sat upon her chest, wider than her torso and protruding from her body by at least a foot, possibly two.

At first glance Ian and Andrew wouldn't seem like they would get along: Ian was a morning person and loved the outdoors, Andrew was a night owl and preferred staying inside.  But as time went on they learned they had more in common than they thought, and gained an appreciation for things they didn't from each other.  On occasion Ian stayed out late, other times Andrew woke up early, and every so often they would wake up early or stay up late, depending on the other's inclination, and fuck like rabbits.

I wake up next to my beautiful wife. She is sleeping with her back to me, snoring softly. Her curvy hips are easily seen through the light sheet draped across her. I look over her and out the open door to the balcony. Through the screen I see nothing but darkness of the morning. Soon a beautiful tropical sunrise would illuminate the Hawaiian paradise outside. I carefully climb out of bed so not to disturb her.

Widowmaker cursed as she ran through the corridors bathed in red light. Here she was, Talon’s top operative who had a flawless record of missions, and here she was running for her life because she had somehow tripped the alarms. No matter, she had the data-drive secured, all she needed to do was make her escape. Once she was outside, she could slip away into the night to the rendezvous point, so long as the extract team did their job. Shadows danced to the right of the assassin’s vision, and she darted into a supply closet.