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She found the soap and began to lather up. Her hands wandered over body. Down the smooth plane of her stomach, over her slim hips. Not bad, she thought absently, running her fingers over her thighs. She wasn’t super fit, but the family genes had been kind to her. She was still trim enough to pull off a two-piece or slinky dress if she needed to.

Robert, her boyfriend, certainly didn’t complain. Well, not about her body. Everything else was up for debate lately. 

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