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The Hunter Becomes
The Hunted
by IVNIK8ER (fornicator)
THE HUNTER BECOMES THE HUNTED By:  
IVNIK8ER&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;When I saw her sitting alone in a booth at the cafe I was taken aback
by her beauty and the easygoing way she seemed content to enjoy her energy
drink alone. She was about 5’9”, 125 lbs., long, silky brunette hair and
beautiful blue eyes that seemed to sparkle with sensuality. I watched her
come in from my stool at the counter. Her long legs, accentuated in a pair
of skin tight spandex pants, were obviously toned and they flexed quite
nicely while she walked to her booth. Her tank top was also made of spandex
and, judging by the way her “D” size breasts were defying gravity, moonlighted
as a bra of some sort. With her hair flowing casually down past her shoulders,
I got the impression she had just exercised or something of that nature.
Although she was soon reading a magazine, she appeared alert to her surroundings
as she looked up when I stared at her for more than a few seconds.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>