Cutting Scenes - The Fine Line

She opened the second bag and held up a sleeveless black
cocktail dress, one of five she already owned. “I can always use
another little black dress,” she said.
Finally, she looked around the room.
“Where’s Steffy?” she asked.
“Working in the garden with Annie.”
Jane went to the window and looked outside.
“How sweet,” she said, “but a little dirty, don’t you
think?”
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Jane decided that she wanted to go to graduate school at
Cambridge College and get a degree in public health.
“But you’ve never shown an interest in public health,” I
said.
“I’ve just never talked about it, but I’m very concerned
about malaria, HIV, polio, and some other thing…I can’t remember
what it is.”
I tried to talk her out of it, but it didn’t work.
“What about the baby?” I asked.
“What about her,” she said.
“You won’t be around much to watch her grow.”
“I’ll see enough,” she said.
“Are you sure?” I asked.
I sat down next to her and kissed her face and lips. I
unbuttoned her shirt and slipped off her bra. I kissed her
shoulders, neck, and breasts. I held them in my hand and
squeezed her nipples.
“And what about me?” I asked.
Jane smiled slyly.
“And what about you,” she answered, stepping out of a black
leather miniskirt and blue silk panties.
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