Survivors: Part 1

Sheela B. “Omigod, what the fuck is your problem,” Melissa said, blushing, as she turns her head in embarrassment, not daring to look into the arrogant eyes of the man who stands at ease beside the partly demolished fuselage of the wrecked plane. “What’s the matter, Mrs. Paxton, haven’t you ever been propositioned before?” he asks, his eyes, crinkling at the corners into deep crow’s feet, his disarming smile revealing straight, white and even teeth contrasting with the deep tan

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