And this had caused another memory to resurface: finishing William Goldings Lord of the Flies at the age of twelve on a hot summer day, going to the refrigerator for a cold glass of lemonade.
She seemed almost to be wearing some strange nuns habit - strange because it moved and undulated across the swells of her breasts and hips even though there was not even a ghost of a breeze.And this had caused another memory to resurface: finishing William Goldings Lord of the Flies at the age of twelve on a hot summer day, going to the refrigerator for a cold glass of lemonade. She seemed almost to be wearing some strange nuns habit - strange because it moved and undulated across the swells of her breasts and hips even though there was not even a ghost of a breeze.
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