Kate was one of those girls with long, normal legs that reached all the way down to the floor. When she took off her shirt, her breasts would turn beet-red with feigned modesty, yet they knew exactly what they were doing. She never used the bathroom without shutting the door. Kate had a full head of hair, and believe me, both of her buttocks were the same damn size. Kate had it all. Try to picture a woman with a vagina.
Gumshoe Diaries: “Kill me, Kate” by Ken M
Detective noir at its finest.
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