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609 lines
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Brunette
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by Jea
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She stood in front of him, trembling. She would not look at him.
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Instead, she looked at her own feet. She could see her cheerleading
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sweater and the matching skirt only going halfway down her thighs. Her
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feet were encased in saddle shoes and bobby socks. She twisted her
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fingers in front of her. What was she going to do?
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What choice did she have? The pictures were damning. She felt the pressure
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of her reputation. And her parents! If her father saw those pictures ...
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She looked up at him, tears pouring down her cheeks. "What do you want?"
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He had her. He knew he would. He smiled his satisfaction. "For
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starters, you're going to suck my cock," he told her bluntly.
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"Here? Now?" she asked him incredulously. They were underneath the
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bleachers. The rest of the squad would be wondering where she was.
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Halftime was about ten minutes away.
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"Here. Now. You better hurry, unless you want your friends to watch."
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She dropped to her knees. She fiddled with his zipper, feeling him
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already hard underneath his pants. She unzipped his pants, and pulled
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aside his boxers, freeing his engorged cock. It was thick and long, and
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she wasn't sure she was going to be able to take it all in her mouth.
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She didn't have much choice, however, and she began licking at it. He
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sunk his fingers into her thick, wavy brown hair, pulling her ponytail
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free. He pulled at her head, forcing his cock deep into her throat. She
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gagged in pain and humiliation, but managed to maintain control.
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He began thrusting into her mouth, holding on to either side of her
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head. She caressed him with her tongue, squeezing her eyes shut. The
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head of his cock slammed into the back of her throat. She could feel it
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throbbing, and knew he would come soon.
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When he did, it was all that she could do to keep it in her mouth and
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swallow it all. As it was, there was too much, and a small bit of semen
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dribbled from her lips, down her chin, and onto her uniform.
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He pulled away from her, and stood looking down at her. Her hair was
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tumbled all around her shoulders. She was on all fours, panting from her
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exertions. Her lipstick was smeared, her mouth wet with saliva and his
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semen.
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"Meet you here tomorrow promptly after school," he told her.
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She looked up at him. He grew indistinct. A gray fog was surrounding
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them. His image wavered.
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She reached out and ran her fingers through the woman's blond hair, so
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strikingly different from her own dark hair. The blond was beautiful,
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and timid. She moved closer to her, eager to feel the heat of her mouth.
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She cupped her head with both hands, and leaned over to kiss her. The
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blond looked at her with frightened eyes, but yielded to the pressure of
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her lips. Soon the two women were exploring each other's mouth
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passionately. They embraced each other, never parting lips. The blond's
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body was soft and compliant.
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The brunette broke the embrace, and began slowly undoing the other
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woman's blouse. She looked to one side of the bed, where a man was
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seated. He was watching their movements with great interest, and
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stroking his cock. She smiled at him, and he returned the look,
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encouraging her to continue.
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The blond woman was panting slightly, her eyes closed. The brunette
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continued to undress her, until at last she was naked. She shed her own
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clothing quickly, once again joining the other woman on the bed. The
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feeling of another woman beneath her sent waves of pleasure through her
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body.
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The brunette began to explore the blond's body with her hands and mouth.
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She suckled hungrily at one of her pink nipples, which grew firm and
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insistent in her mouth. One hand moved gently down her body, until it
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was between her legs. She could feel the woman's slick desire, and she
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encouraged it, rubbing at her clit and slipping two fingers inside her.
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The blond moaned, and pushed at the brunette's shoulders. She was only
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too happy to oblige, pushing the woman's legs apart. She leaned down and
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licked at her clit teasingly, until the blond grabbed her head and pulled
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it to her forcefully.
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From the corner of her eye, the brunette could see the man pick up his
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pace. He was excited by what he was witnessing.
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She continued to lick at her friend's pussy, but she moved her body
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around so that they were in a sixty-nine. Soon the two women were
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pressing their faces into each other's crotches, panting like wild
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things. She could see his arm reach a fevered pitch, then heard his cries
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as suddenly he came.
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The room wavered.
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She woke, and turned over in bed. He was leaning on one elbow, looking
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down at her. The sun was streaming through the window, warming their bed
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as only sunlight can. She felt the pressure of her love for him drift
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through her chest.
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"Hi," she said sleepily, moving closer to him and lining her body up with
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his.
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"Good morning," he said, putting one arm around her and stroking her
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hair. "Sleep well?"
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"Yeah," she responded. "But, I had the strangest dreams." She blushed,
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remembering them.
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"Oh yeah?" he asked as he traced the lines of her face with his
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fingertips. "Tell me about them."
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"I'm embarassed," she said, pushing her head into his chest. "They were,
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um, sexual in nature ..."
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He grew silent. Afraid she had upset him, she looked into his face.
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"What's the matter?"
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His face was grave. "Darling, look around you."
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She turned from him and leaned on one arm, looking around the room. It
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was very strange. Everything was in shades of white. There didn't seem
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to be any line where the wall met the floor. There was a desk, or at
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least it was in the shape of the desk. There were no drawers where the
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drawers should have been. The door did not have a doorknob.
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"How odd," she said, feeling slightly disturbed. "I must still be dreaming."
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He pulled her around to face him. She saw that *he*, at least, was crystal
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clear. She could see every line in his face, every hair on his head.
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There was a small mole near the left corner of his mouth. He was solid.
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"You're not dreaming," he told her gently. "You *are* the dream."
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She just looked at him as if he were crazy. "I don't understand, what
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are you saying?"
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He tried to pull her into an embrace, but she pushed away from him.
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"What are you trying to tell me? I don't understand!"
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"What is your name?"
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It seemed a ludicrous question. She reached into her mind for the
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answer, and found nothing. She found only him. He was there, in her
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mind, as well as their love. But there was nothing else. No history.
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No timeline. No *name*.
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She began to sob, and this time he succeeding in pulling her close to him.
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"Shhh," he said. "You don't usually remember. We've been together
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before, but you don't usually remember. You're a stock character,
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darling. You are there whenever a male fantasy requires a tall slender
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woman with long, dark hair. I'm so sorry ..."
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She clung to him. She felt comfort coming from him like something
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tangible. He was holding her tight and stroking her hair, making soft
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sounds. She could feel his will, the will that said that he was to be
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successful, that she was to be comforted. Soon she could feel the effect
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of it. She gave up her own will to his, and stopped crying.
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Soon she fell asleep against him, exhausted. He remained awake, stroking
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her hair gently, until at last he too fell asleep.
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She was kneeling on a bed, her chest pressed into the mattress. She was
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naked except for a pair of garters attached to stockings which ended in
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high heels. He hands were stretched out behind her, gripping her ass.
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She was spreading it wide for him.
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"Please, fuck my ass. I need it so bad!" she heard herself saying. She
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felt his hands at her hips, and felt the tip of his cock at her ass. He
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pressed into her, and she grunted at the feeling of pain and pleasure.
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"Oh yes," she moaned, pushing back at him. "Fill my ass with your cock!"
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She turned her head so that he could see her expressions of lust as he
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pumped into her. Her body trembled with ecstasy, and she bucked back at him.
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She looked around her even as she screamed with her first orgasm. There
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was no room beyond the bed, only a standing lamp that had neither a cord
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to plug it in nor a switch to turn it on.
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He began to buck at her even harder, and she met every thrust with one of
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her own. Her second orgasm ripped through her. The feel of her ass
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quivering around his cock tipped him over the edge, and he began to come,
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shooting into her. He pulled out of her, and the last ropes of his come
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landed across her ass. She scooped up a bit with her finger, and brought
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it to her eager lips. He collapsed next to her on the bed, closing his
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eyes.
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The bed slipped out from underneath her.
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She was walking down an aisle of a movie theater. The light from the
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flickering screen touched her body lovingly, showing every curve of her
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body, which was encased in a body-hugging black dress. It was the back
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row, and she had it all to herself, except for a one man.
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She sat two seats down from him. She looked around the theater. The
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images that were projected on the screen were indistinct at best. She
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could distinguish nothing in the soundtrack. It was simply noise. The
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theater was well populated, but she noticed that all the people looked the
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same. They had no features, just eyes that stared at the screen.
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She turned her attention to the man seated near her. She saw that he was
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looking at her, and she smiled at him invitingly. He raised his eyebrows,
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and she licked her teeth. He smiled at her knowingly. It was all the
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invitation she needed.
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She stood up and moved closer to him. She saw that he was already
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fumbling at his pants. She licked her lips and dropped to her knees.
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She could feel the sticky floor, and bits of discarded popcorn pressed
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into her legs. She got between his legs as he pulled out his hard cock.
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She looked into his eyes and again licked her lips, feeling the slick
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smoothness of her lipstick.
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Eagerly she leaned forward and encircled his cock with her mouth. He
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buried his hands in her hair, but let her keep her own pace. Feeling the
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lust grow inside her, she began bobbing up and down on him. Despite her
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fear of being discovered, she moaned hungrily as she slurped him. She
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buried one hand between her own legs.
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He was moaning, thrusting slightly into her mouth. As the first spurts
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of his come landed on her tongue, she came. She sucked him deep into her
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mouth, milking him and swallowing hungrily. As his orgasm subsided, she
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gave him one last gentle lick. He looked down at her, and she smiled up
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at him in satisfaction.
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She stood. Giving him one last hungry look, she walked back down the
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aisle. She could feel his eyes on her, and she let her hips swing with
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every step.
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The theater filled with fog.
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"Good," she said, grinning. "Then we understand each other. I expect
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your letter of resignation tomorrow." She was looking into the face of
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an angry man seated before her. He was dressed in a business suit, and
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had carefully trimmed hair. An employee. She felt the story flood her
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mind. She felt her powerful position, her contempt for those who worked
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for her. She felt her own ambitious climb to the top, her backstabbing,
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her lies.
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"That will be all, I think," she told him. She smoothed her ladylike
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business suit. She could feel her hair pulled up into a twist on her
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head, the thin glasses perched on her nose. Her skirt was perhaps a bit
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short for a business setting, her heels perhaps a bit tall.
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She turned away from him, dismissing him. Facing her desk, she noticed a
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book sitting there. The title was illegible. She opened the cover and
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ruffled the pages. They were all blank.
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Suddenly she felt hands behind her, pushing her until she was laying
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across the desk.
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"You bastard! Let me go!"
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But he didn't let her go. Instead he held her struggling body against the
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desk effortlessly. As she tried to free herself, she felt her glasses
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fall to the floor. The twist in her hair came loose, and her hair
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tumbled in waves across her shoulders.
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He pulled at her blazer until her arms were pinned behind her. He yanked
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at her blouse, and she heard the buttons bursting. He grabbed her bra
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and ripped it free. Her breasts were exposed to the air, and she felt
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her nipples harden.
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She felt him pushing her skirt up around her waist. She wasn't wearing
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anything underneath. Keeping one hand on her hip, he began fondling her
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breasts with the other. She cursed him and struggled, but she was
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helpless. Her hands were still trapped behind her, and her feet didn't
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quite reach the floor.
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She felt his cock probing her, and suddenly he was inside her. "You
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bitch," he grunted as he began to fuck her violently.
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Against her will she felt the lust build inside her. The idea came to
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her suddenly that it had been a long time since she had had sex. She had
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been too busy with her career. Instead of struggling, she began to push
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back against him. Her cries of rage turned into cries of lust. Her body
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rippled with what seemed like an endless stream of orgasms. She didn't
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even notice when he pulled out and slammed back in, this time in her ass.
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Soon he was coming inside her, pounding her hips into the edge of the desk.
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When he was finished, he pulled out of her and zipped up his pants. He
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left the office with her still panting and writhing on the desk, her
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skirt bunched around her waist and her hands trapped behind her back.
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Just as her secretary discovered her, the office grew hazy.
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She was walking on marble tile. She looked at her feet, wondering just
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how tall the heels were this time. But her feet were encased in soft
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leather sandles. A flowered skirt swirled around her ankles. A dark
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cabled sweater was pushed up slightly to her elbows. It hung down to
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just below her bottom.
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She felt pressure in her hand, and she turned to see what it was. She
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recognized him immediately, her heart squeezing out a happy rhythm. They
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were holding hands. He was smiling at her, and she felt his love flowing
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through the palm of his hand.
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"Hello!" she said. He gave her a strange look, but said, "Hello."
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She stopped and took his other hand as well. "You were right," she said
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earnestly. "I didn't believe you, but you were right."
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He nodded at her. He led her over to a bench and the two of them sat
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down. "You remember?" he asked her.
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"Yes, I remember all of it. But I don't understand, what am I doing here
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with you?"
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He laughed gently. "You're my fantasy, of course."
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"But, you don't ..." She blushed, thinking of the flickering lights of
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the movie theater.
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"Oh, I'm not so innocent," he told her. "But right now ..." He looked
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sad, and slightly embarassed. "Right now I'm lonely. I'm craving
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something more than the flesh."
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She nodded. She felt the story--his story for her--pressing into her
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mind. Long conversations, candlelight dinners, warm feelings.
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"What is your name?" she asked him, his answer suddenly very important to
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her.
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He smiled. "Michael."
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"You must give me a name."
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"Oh, I, I'm no good at that. A name? You choose one for yourself."
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"I don't know any names ..."
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She felt a press of names invading her mind. She was frightened, and
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tried to feel for a preference from him, but she felt nothing. She had
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to choose alone.
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She put out her hand, and they shook hands. "It's nice to meet you,
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Michael," she said. "I'm Julia."
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"Hello, Julia." He smiled at her.
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She looked around. The walls were stark white. Track lights shined
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brightly on canvasses that were hung here and there. People stood in
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front of the paintings, examining them. "Where are we?"
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"In a museum," he responded. "Corny, maybe, but, I don't know." He
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shrugged. "A nice intellectual activity."
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"Which museum?"
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"I don't know. What kind of art do you like?"
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She laughed. "Michael, I don't *know* any art."
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She felt a flood of art history. It was eclectic, highly rich in some
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areas, deficient in others. He smiled at her apologetically. "It's all
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I know."
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"Sculpture," she said. "I think I prefer three dimensions."
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The room around her changed. Statues stood where moments ago canvasses
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hung. The people didn't seem to notice, and went on studying the works.
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Delighted, she stood and walked over to the nearest one. "The Prodigal
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Son," she said to him, looking over her shoulder. "Rodin."
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He grinned. "I wrote a paper about it in college."
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Hand in hand they walked through the museum together. It was warm and
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comfortable between them. She became aware slowly that the sculptures
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were becoming less distinct, more general. When she was sure of it, she
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turned to him.
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Inexplicably, he was standing on a dock. The museum faded, leaving
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statues on the beach. "I kicked my goggles into the water," he told
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her. "I better go fetch them."
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"No!" she cried, reaching out for him. "Don't fall asleep!"
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But it was too late. He had turned, and was diving into the water. A
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wave overtook her. He was gone.
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Heels again. This time, fishnet stockings ending in rubber garters. A
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tight rubber bra was wrapped around her chest. Her nipples protruded
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through thoughtfully placed holes. She felt some kind of collar around
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her neck.
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Her arm was raised above her, mid-swing. In front of her was a naked man
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bent over a bar. His wrists were cuffed to his ankles. Before she knew
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it, her arm came down. She was gripping a riding crop, which now made
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contact with his bare ass, leaving an angry red stripe. His body
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shuddered, and she heard him grunt.
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Rather than lift her arm again for a second stroke, she stood looking at
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the crop in her hand. She felt the collar at her throat. It had sharp
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spikes coming out of it.
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She looked at the man. He was waiting tensely for her to continue. She
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could see the muscles beneath his skin twitching.
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"This is ridiculous," she said, throwing down the riding crop. "I don't
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want to do this!"
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The man stood up, his wrists seeming to melt through the cuffs, and
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leaned on the bar. He looked at her in angry amazement.
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"What?" he sputtered, incredulous. "What did you say?" He looked as if
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he though she were crazy, or worse, as if *he* were crazy.
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"I won't do this," she said. "I don't want to stand here and *beat* you
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like some ..."
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. . .. . . .
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. .. . . . . . .. . . . . . . . . . .. . . . .
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............. ............. .... ..................... .......................
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............. ....... .................... ....................... ...........
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. . .. . .. . . . . . . . . . . . . . .. . . .
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. . . . . . . . .
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She was on a table. Her knees were spread wide and strapped into
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stirrups. Her wrists were cuffed together and held far above her head.
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She was naked, except for a pair of mean-looking clamps that were secured
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to her nipples.
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She looked up at her wrists. The handcuffs that she wore were bright and
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shiny, but she noticed with some amusement that there were no keyholes.
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She have a snort of contempt.
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She looked between her legs. There was a man standing there looking at
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her. He was grinning cruelly. He was naked, and his erection was
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enormous. His cock was at least a foot long, and what seemed like half a
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foot in diameter.
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"Are you insecure about the size of your penis?" she asked him calmly,
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trying not to laugh.
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He could say nothing. He just looked at her with dumb amazement. As she
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watched, the image of his cock changed. It grew smaller, thinner, until
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it was a normal size.
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She couldn't help herself. The folly of men! The myth of size! She
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began to laugh. Tears were pouring out of her eyes. She laughed and
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laughed, as the man stared at her. The room began to fade.
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"No!" she cried, no longer laughing. The room came back into sharp
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focus. "I want out," she told him. "I want out of here."
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The fog was rolling into the room. "NO!" she screamed at him, as he was
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backing away from her. "I want out of here!" She was holding him there.
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She could feel his mind struggling, trying to free himself of her. She
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held on to him. The fog was growing thicker, but it was pierced here and
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there by bright stabs of light, and indistinct sounds of--sounds of what?
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He was pulling from her, but she held strong. The sounds were clearer.
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There were cars. There seemed to be a lot of
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. . .. . . .
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. .. . . . . . .. . . . . . . . . . .. . . . .
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............. ............. .... ..................... .......................
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............. ....... .................... ....................... ...........
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. . .. . .. . . . . . . . . . . . . . .. . . .
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. . . . . . . . .
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traffic. She was seated at a small table on the sidewalk in front of a
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cafe. There was a single strand of hair that was tickling her face. She
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brushed it aside.
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On the ground by her feet was a large purse. She knew--she didn't have
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to look--that inside the purse was a wallet. There were keys as well.
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An old hairbrush. A wrinkled kleenex.
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On the table was a glass filled with cold dark liquid. There was a
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book. Gingerly, she opened the book, and saw the pages filled with
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print. Legible print, with meaningful words. She turned the pages, and
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saw that they were numbered, one after the other, the odd pages on the
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right-hand side.
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She lifted the glass to her lips. It was sweet, and she was not prepared
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for the funny tingle of carbonation. She took another swallow. "Coke,"
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she said out loud, almost laughing. "It's just coke."
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People were looking at her. She smiled at them self-consciously. She
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could feel the strap of her bra digging into her shoulder. The heel of
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her shoe was hurting. The wind was rustling the leaves. Soon it would be
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too cold for out-door cafes.
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She knew that the keys in her purse were for an apartment nearby. She
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knew that the bed was unmade. She knew that she had left some dishes in
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the sink, and that the cat had enough food for the day.
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She adjusted the offending bra strap. She wondered to herself if men
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considered that. Did they consider that a strap could be uncomfortable?
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That it could dig into the skin?
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"Excuse me, mind if I join you?" She hadn't seen him approach, but she
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knew him instantly.
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At first she was too startled to respond, but finally she managed, "oh,
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please."
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He sat down. Every detail was perfect, every hair, every wrinkle. Even
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the mole near the right corner of his mouth. "My name is Michael."
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"Hello Michael, my name is Julia. Nice to meet you."
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He looked surprised. "That's funny ..."
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"What is it?"
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"Well ... Look, I know how this is going to sound, but I had a, um,
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dream, about a woman named Julia. She looked remarkably like you.
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That's one of the reasons I came over here." He looked embarassed.
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"God, that sounds like a terrible come-on, but I promise you it's true."
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"Sounds like you're prophetic," she said, soothing him.
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"Listen, when you're finished with your coke, would you like to go for a
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walk? I mean, if you have the time. It's a beautiful day, and this
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weather won't be around for long ..."
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"I'd love to. I'm finished now anyway." She lifted her book and put it
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in her bag.
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"Rodin, huh?" he said, catching the title.
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"Yes. You familiar with his work?"
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"No, not really. I wrote a paper about one of his pieces in college."
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"Let me guess, The Prodigal Son."
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"Yes! But how did you ..."
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"Lucky guess. Shall we?"
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They rose and made their way through the maze of tables. She saw a man
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staring at her intently. When she took a second look, she began to laugh
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to herself. Diverting her path slightly, she went over to his table.
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She leaned towards him, and whispered in his ear, "Handcuffs have keyholes."
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When she rejoined Michael, he asked almost jealously, "What was that?"
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"Oh nothing," she said, taking his arm. "Just an old friend."
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