A few minutes later she came out.
“Holly invited us to dinner tonight. Should I say we’ll be there?” Cinnamon asked.
“Sure they have been so helpful,” I replied.
Cinnamon called Holly and accepted. She finished the laundry. We got dressed.
“Cinnamon,” I paused. “Do … do you have a copy of the playboy you were in?”
“Yes, I do!” she answered. “Would you like to see it?”
“Yes!” I said.
She disappeared into the bedroom. She had a magazine in her hand. She opened it and handed it to me.
“I’m on the lower left,” she said as if I wouldn’t recognize her. “Don’t be looking at the other photos!”
I looked at her picture. Aside from her wearing less make-up now she had changed very little. In her picture she was completely nude. It pictured her from the knees on up. Her face and breasts were directly facing the camera. She was slightly turned at the waist so her pubic hair and pussy were not visible.
“Which do you like better?” she asked.
“I like the real thing better than a picture,” I responded. “I’m a hands-on kind of guy!”
She smiled and kissed me. We waited to leave for supper.
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