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Leaning against the washing machine again, Blondie couldn't help but feel a sense of déjà vu. It wasn't that long ago that Alexander discovered her here, on this very spot, naked to a T. Blondie blinks back to reality, the washing machine switching from one mode to another. Save for a pair of heels

Blondie: Alright... Well... I'll...uhhh... I'll leave you to it. Blondie makes a hasty retreat, closing the bedroom door behind her. Leaning against the door frame, she takes in a long inhale, a mixture of relief and embarrassment washing over her. Her and Alexander were one thing, but...he and Cook

The following Monday finds Blondie at work, sitting at her desk in the back room of her catering business. At first glance, one might think she's reviewing some business records, untouched piles of receipts sitting in front of her, but working would be the furthest thing on her mind. Visions of Alex

Hottie spotting at the local mall was a bust, Cookie now finding herself returning home far earlier than expected. She did, however, manage to get hit on at the food court, but her girlfriend’s girlfriend wasn’t the flavor she’d been looking for today. Cookie gives the phone number scribbled on a na

From her kitchen window, Blondie manages a toothy grin, watching as her neighbors gawk at the sight before them. The housewife gives them a nonchalant wave...a friendly, albeit impersonal gesture one might give a familiar face while driving past their house...as if nothing out of the ordinary was ha