Bare

She looked determined as she took off her jeans.  Her bare legs were white stone, muscular, defined and when she straddled me I thought we might wrestle.

She lifted weights, made coffees for new mums, played football, hoped for a contract, chose me.

At some point I noticed a puckered scar below her trapezius. She stopped what she was doing when I touched it and I was shocked at how much marble had been carved out. Later I saw her on TV.

She looked determined as she stood with her team. Her bare legs were twitching.

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