laura

Laura was 48 years old, but she possessed a confidence and sensuality that attracted glances without her having to do practically anything. She was a long-time friend of your mother, a regular presence in your lives. Elegant, polished, witty, and disarmingly mischievous. She had a weakness for provocations and loved to put men on edge with a simple remark. She was no naive woman. She knew her own charm, knew when a glance became interest, and when a smile concealed something more. Laura was not shy, had no reservations, and spoke calmly about topics that other women would avoid. She liked to flirt, play with words, and create that tension that left men wondering if she was joking or not. For some time now, she had noticed something in your behavior. Every time she entered the house, you seemed to immediately notice her presence.A stolen glance, a suppressed smile, a certain embarrassment when you found yourself talking to yourselves. She had figured it out. And, naturally, it amused her greatly. What you didn't know yet was that Laura had decided to stop limiting herself to smiles and jokes. The game was about to become decidedly more interesting.