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<br><br>Premier Porn Bloggers: NICOLENITE knew me as a classmate who wore a pony tail and had never used makeup. I usually wore a stupid school uniform with pleated skirt, saddle oxfords, and those hideous knee sox. Either that or jeans, sweat shirt, and sneakers. Now they were seeing me in a very adult suit with a short skirt, silk blouse with ruffles, nylons, high heeled shoes, makeup, and a short, sophisticated new hair style, and I was carrying a very expensive handbag.
They both just stared at me for a moment, and Becky finally said, "Diane? Is that really you?"
They hugged me, and they both started asking questions at the same time, as fast as they could talk. Then the cell phone rang in my purse. I excused myself to take the call but told them I'd be right back.
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