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She returns to the bustling boardwalk gazing at faces of intoxication. An array of emotions stir the otherwise still air. She briefly stops to gaze at a lady holding a sign reading Jesus Saves. Not being able to help herself she offers a smile. A knot forms within her stomach for she perceives herself as condemned. She basks in the radiating light before slipping back into the shadows.
She digs into the pocket of her cloak for her pack of dunhills and leans against the brick wall of the alley that offers solace. Peering from the corner of her eyes she observes those who pass by. Turning her attention away from the crowd she now watches the ember of her cigarette and the rings of smoke drifting through the air.
Unaware and unconcerned with the time she slips into another realm where none of this truely matters. The shadows carress and dance around her. Flames of an ancient fire heat her skin. Her nipples harden as she becomes arroused. Her hand goes to her throat and with one traces down the hollow of her throat , down the generous swelling of her breast.
