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“Hey Mister, you owe me a new one.”
The train jerked forward suddenly, and Natasha crashed down, half into Frank's lap, half onto the seat, her arms flailing wildly as she tried to get her balance.
He caught her in arms, drawing her close. He stroked her back. "Sorry about the dress.” Frank kissed her head. “Give me some contact details and I'll sort something out.”
“And what would my boyfriend say if you come snooping around my place,” she laughed, pawing his chest.
“You never mentioned anything or seem to care earlier when we were fucking,” Frank replied with a snort.
She laughed, pulling on his buttons with her teeth. “I haven't got one at the moment. I did have a while ago but then my life changed quite dramatically.” Her fingernails grazed his leg as she spoke. “I changed." A strange yellow glint crossed her eyes. "Now I'm on a mission to get the man who made me this way.”