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Date Posted: Fri, Sep 19 2003, 4:06pm PDT
Author: Bella
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She'd thought about what Isaiah had said and she had decided her mind was made up. She had to be careful with him. A baby is something neither of them needed in their life - especially in their relationship. She knew she would lose him completely if it happened - and it was now her deep resolve to stick with chastity for a while. She refused to risk what it would mean if something happened. She had once again sheared a good amount of her whispy raven curls that had once fallen loosely to her shoulders - they now hung soft in waves to just below her lobes - gentle layers twisting delicately. Her satiny tresses tracing the soft fluid line of her jaw. Velveteen cream skin smooth and flushed over her cheeks and ears as though she'd been out in the bitter air earlier. Straight cut jeans fit her hips and bottom snuggly - softly loosening as they fell - though kept in a gentle bootcut. A rich autumn sienna wool sweater fit snuggly to her tiny waist and arched up her neck in a soft slope. Rich, startling blue eyes rimmed in long lashes of raven at half mast. Lips the same golden pink glow her sweater set off. Curled up on the porch swing outside she felt completely at ease in the fall's turning season.

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