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Troy Seate Moonlight and Magnolias 1.95 Contemporary Short Buy Here: http://whispershome.com/whispersstore/index.php?main_page=product_info&cPath=1&products_id=133 BLURB: In Tucker’s line of work, he sees pretty girls with bright eyes all the time. Sensually attractive, yes. Relevant, no. There was more to separating diamonds from dung than a pretty face and body. Trish was one of those rare, amazing bounties that seemed so much more. Excerpt: Trish said something Tucker thought profound. “The rhythm just crawls along the floor, up your legs, and into your soul, doesn’t it?” He might have gone further than that. It was impossible not to get into the rhythm of the drumbeat. You felt it as much as you heard it. After a while you wanted to take off your clothes, bite the head off a live chicken, and bay at the moon. “Sure does,” he said. “I’m glad it’s not too earthy for you.” “Everyone should be earthy now and then. I flashed the crowd during Mardi Gras once,” Trish giggled. “I may be small, but if your agency represents me, you can be sure you’re not taking on some shy little ninny.” “That’s good to know. Nearly naked bodies can sometimes be a part of modeling.” “I grew up in the bayous and have seen plenty. There’s little that would shock me, if that’s what you mean.” They watched the erotic floorshow over drinks then had dinner. Trish had worn a simple shift held up by spaghetti-straps. White again. She looked terrific in white. Luminous was too weak a word to describe her. Tucker just knew she wore nothing but panties underneath the flattering garment and he felt like he had been served magic mushrooms when he looked at her beaming countenance. She was like the apple in the Garden of Eden—forbidden but delicious. “How about you?” Trish asked between bites of Creole cuisine. “Before I went to work for the agency, I was a model photographer for a number of nudie mags which will remain unnamed.” “My goodness. Then you can spot an imperfection or blemish that will show up on camera right away?” “Air-brushing can fix almost anything.” “And access to all those prettier-than-life girls.” Tucker smiled. “It’s sort of like having keys to the bank but not to the vault. That’s why I prefer this racket. You deal with poise and personality, not just beauty queen appearances.”

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