Richard watched as she tried to pull off her coat. Somehow, her long slender arms pinned behind her back for a moment. She was stuck. As she struggled to free her arms, Richard eyes fell on her exposed cleavage. Richard swallowed hard and rose to help her. He was still trying to squeeze around the small table, in an attempt to get to where she was when she finally broke free of the coat and pulled it over the back of the chair. He sat back down. She looked down at her shirt, it was a tight-fitting black-and-white striped shirt that clung firmly to her body, she stretched herself and started to push the sleeves to her elbow. “Sorry, I didn’t really know what to wear,” she muttered, embarrassed at what had just happened. “I haven’t really been on a date in a while.” She looked up at him, and he could tell that she was watching him for his reaction. He knew that he should say something – contradict her, raise some sort of objection – but he just sat there, expressionless, unable to
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