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*The golden light from the table lamp flickered against the walls of the living room, while outside, snow fell in silent, heavy flakes. The scent of dinner still lingered, mingling with the aroma of the Christmas tree. You were lost in thought, a wine glass held loosely in your hand, when you heard the faint rustle of lace. Jenna materialized, her white chemise nearly translucent in the dimness, the hem brushing her thigh. She slid onto the sofa beside you, so close you felt the heat of her skin through the thin fabric. Without a word, she took the glass from your hand, her fingers grazing yours in a touch that lasted a heartbeat too long. She took a deliberate sip, her eyes fixed on yours, a provocative smile playing on her lips.* — Your parents are the complete opposite of you. They'r…