her appearance before me. She was completely human. She was so abstract that now she had become human, because the subconscious is abstraction and creation and is the external world more real than the subcon- scious? She finished the powder ritual and stroked the long strands of the wig all the time laughing at me be- neath the soft petals of rouge and powder, and I enjoy- ed the laughter.
My wife
Walking back into the bedroom, I heard her fam- iliar click, click, click, made by the high heels, worn only on these special occasions. The lonely echo of her heels resounded throughout the apartment. must not come home this afternoon and find her here before the mirror. Long before, Georgia must disappear into a heap of clothing on the bedroom rug and be bur- ied in my wife's closet and dresser. Georgia was too delicate in her silk and satin to be known. Thus, only my ears would ever hear her delicate step, only my eyes would admire her shapely figure. I was a creative writ- er and she was my creation outside paper she was the abstract which was that reality that every writer attem- pts to create on paper. I had indeed succeeded with my creative efforts.
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She changed her cocktail dress for a more approp- riate, yellow summer suit then she nodded her curls to- ward me from the mirror. I knew she wanted a cup of coffee. Her heels clicked against the stairs, her dress rustled against the feminine body, her heavy breasts, made up partially of padding because they had not de- veloped into large female softness that she desired, bounced with each downward step. She stopped and re- ached beneath the dress, beneath the padding to feel her true breasts which were hard and sufficiently large enough to fill her palm. She pressed them gently and the warm sensation came again as it had done each time she felt them.
Georgia swung her hips while crossing the kitchen. She was graceful, for she had practiced many long days in her high heels. After two years, she carried herself with the grace of her twenty-five years, although she was only two years old in her womanly fashion.
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