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Jess had a girl over. They had both told Corinne her name, but she had forgotten. She was not completely aloof, if the same girl or, occasionally, boy, showed up a few times their name would stick and she would strike up a rapport, but for the most part they came and went, transient presences wanting no more than the acknowledgement that she knew they were here, and they knew she was here, and that was all alright. This one had dusty blonde hair and broad, rather plain face with large watery blue eyes. She seemed rather shy and docile as she sat at the kitchen table in a somewhat shapeless pale yellow dress and Jess plied her with pizza, and Corinne was rather put in mind of a cow, which seemed apt. Corinne rinsed out her mug, fetched a cold drink from the fridge and left them to it. By the next time she came through, Jess had coaxed the girl out of her dress and she was in black knickers and bra, fairly ordinary but matching, still eating pizza. She had thick, pale, dimpled thighs