zaidi of Gwen's Dress

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    He opens the door and she walks in. His apartment is clean, but mostly empty.
    “Well, this is certainly… Spartan,” she says.
    “Hey, at least I have real furniture. Some of the guys at the firehouse have lawn chairs in their living room.” He takes his shoes off and places them on a mat just inside the door. Gwen follows suit. Okay, he has a no shoes in the house rule, she thinks, smiling, but then she remembers his occupation. Oh. Soot.
    “You’re kidding.”
    “Wish...

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    They make it to chajio, chakula cha jioni on time. Gwen has changed into the clothes she had Morgana bring, a fitted scoop-neck t-shirt in pale yellow and a short dark grey skirt, upindo that hugs her hips nicely and shows off her shapely legs. She has her sandals from the awali night back on and her hair is down, having come mostly undone during their rendezvous in her office.
    While they wait for their food, they talk, happily discovering that they both actually rather like each other for zaidi than just carnal reasons. They talk easily. There are no random...