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So tell me how it began," I asked, marveling at Olivia's glowing skin and wonderful strawberry-scented hair. She was wearing these tight, baby-blue sweatpants that rode too far down on her slender hips, the type that plainly showed the contours of her firm butt, and the top strings of a black thong peaking out. I kept thinking how easily it would be to slide those sweats off.