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Inside Room 222

I’m about to turn the bed down when I’m grabbed from behind. My breath catches in my closed lips as a set of rough fingers enclosed my neck. I wanted to scream, but I didn’t. I think I’ve gone into shock or something close to it. The other hand began to caress my body hot enough to penetrate my uniform to my naked body. I used to be a very slim woman with what they called a Coca Cola bottle figure but with time I’ve gotten a little more meat on my bones. I cringe when his hand doesn’t move smoothly over my body. I know I shouldn’t be concerned about something so trivial at moment. Yet, I am. Talking about having a complex.
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