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feirharte7
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Cara Breyn was a police officer of five years now. She was 27 years old, had dark red hair, and bright blue eyes. She was curvy, and a bit thick in the hips and thighs, a rounded backside completing her lower body. Her arms were slightly muscled, her chest ample. Cara stood at about 5'7". Her face was oval-shaped, with a nice nose, full lips, and a chin that was often defiant. She was confident in her work, had to show strength. The alternative would be her past, which was filled with abuse, something she'd swore she would never have to endure again. When she became a cop, she'd insured that.
She was living in a neighborhood that had married couples only. Cara had moved here on purpose, so no one could distract her from her career. Imagine her surprise when she found out she had a male neighbor, who was unattached. She didn't worry, because the likelihood that they would ever be anything was less than slim. Cara couldn't stand him, as he constantly got on her nerves. She spotted him, as she went to get her mail on a Saturday afternoon. Looking at him, she didn't smile, or even nod her head in acknowledgment. She dismissed him, walking back inside.
She was living in a neighborhood that had married couples only. Cara had moved here on purpose, so no one could distract her from her career. Imagine her surprise when she found out she had a male neighbor, who was unattached. She didn't worry, because the likelihood that they would ever be anything was less than slim. Cara couldn't stand him, as he constantly got on her nerves. She spotted him, as she went to get her mail on a Saturday afternoon. Looking at him, she didn't smile, or even nod her head in acknowledgment. She dismissed him, walking back inside.