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Evelyn was so in awe of the place, which was a large step up from her old digs, she failed to notice his forced enthusiasm and quip responses as he trailed behind her, undoubtedly dragging his feet. As far as she was concerned, moving in together as boyfriend and girlfriend, it was a leap in the right direction towards becoming <i>Mrs. Caldwell. </i>Why, if he were to propose in the near future..<br/>
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"Huh? Oh, right." she responded, having spaced for a minute. "I'm sure putting in a dishwasher will add to the resale vaule. Plus," she added, wiggling her fingers before his face. "Doing dishes by hand not only causes my skin to crack, but I'd be unable to submerge my manicure in hot water for more than a minute." Before, when she was living off <i>her </i>income, she could scarcely afford her monthly rent and bills, let alone anything that was considered 'needless spending,' like monthly mani/pedi's, but now..<br/>
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An idea coming to mind, she turned to him, standing on the tip of her toes to place a chaste kiss to his lips. "Hey, how about we <i>really</i> make this our home by 'christening' it, hm?" she said this with a wink, and drove the point home by haistily grabbing the crotch of his pants. She figured, post-orgasm, he'd be more likely to relent and agree to get joint banking accounts. Though she had no idea how much money he had, finances were rarely a topic of discussion between them, judging by his car and secured employment with holiday bonuses and annual raise, he was more financially cushioned than she was, and likely, ever will be. <br/>
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"Come on," she whined, taking his hand and tugging it, wanting him to follow as she started down the hallway, heading towards their room. Granted, the room was lacking furniture, most importantly a bed, but when the mood struck, did it really matter? I mean, shit, they had sex in a dressing room before, so if they resorted to getting it on against a wall or wood floorboards, it wasn't a big deal. "Let's make our first night here a special one, what do you say?"<br/>
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