What's in a Prologue?

[celeste_noelani]

His breathing was hot and rapid against her neck as his head pressed into her shoulder. The leak of his diaper spread cool wetness into her bare hands; into the fabric of her dry clean only uniform. She leaned into the door frame, rubbing one key after another with fingertips searching for a telltale texture. Tonight, at least, she didn't drop the entire ring.

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