Haylee’s friend

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Haylee’s friend Haylee’s friend A work of fiction. It was a couple of days after I had gone to stay with Goddess Haylee Lynn. It was the evening. I had cooked her evening meal and cleared it away. She was on the sofa, watching her TV programme. I had massaged her feet and had nearly finished painting her lovely toe-nails, when the door-bell rang. “Would you get that please?” She … Continue reading