Her hair then might be naturally blond, not that that mattered in the least.
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She was a low sort.
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Her hair was long, rich, and silky, the sort in which a man's hands might idly play.
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It was probably dyed, false, dyed! She had no right to be with such a man! The young man had followed his companion into the aisle.
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Their eyes met, and the older woman shrank back.
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She trembled.
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She almost fell.
Her hair then might be naturally blond, not that that mattered in the least.
She was a low sort.
Her hair was long, rich, and silky, the sort in which a man's hands might idly play.
It was probably dyed, false, dyed! She had no right to be with such a man! The young man had followed his companion into the aisle.
Their eyes met, and the older woman shrank back.
She trembled.
She almost fell.
- (Prize of Gor, Chapter )