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Violet. Looking at the flowers and naming

  • Violet. Looking at the flowers and naming her unborn child after them. She wanted the child name to mean something and now it did. Unknowingly her best friend had just chosen the

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  • the most gorgeous looking flowers for her daughters birthday, which glowed a beautiful shade of purple. This would give her unborn child's name a meaning. She would call her Violet

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  • and cherish her, knowing that her life almost hadn't been. Violet. There was pleasure in the name and a whiff of "old maiden aunt." Violet would shield her from the Don Juans of

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  • world, while still evoking the concept of "ultra"...a sexy combination, wouldn't you say? Violet's old maiden aunt personality + bombshell good looks made her irresistible to

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  • young men of a nervous disposition. Violet would vavavavoom around her sitting room in her negligee & offer them a nice cup of tea & seedy cake on a doily. She so relaxed these shy

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  • cheeks. My cheeks used to be tense. Tight. Like balloons under water. But she relaxed them. With her eyes. Her burning, sultry eyes. I had to make her stop or my cheeks would

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  • melt from my face. I realized my jaw had dropped. Had I fallen asleep? I tried to compose myself, but she wouldn't stop. Her eyes blazed like

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  • strobe lights at a discotheque. I was going crazy cos I had this sudden urge to dance but I couldn't find my legs. By now I realized that I couldn't stand up anymore. I held on to

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  • Sam Cooke for dear life. He was my only hope. The fact that he was so drunk didn't help, and my body got flown about as he tumbled out of the door. I had to call someone, my legs!

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  • So, I started To run. I ran until I broke both my legs at the sime time. There was no hope for me then. However, Robert DeNiro suddendly apearred and took me to

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