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Exit Crystal, Enter Pam
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The formality took place ten days later. I saw Crystal for the first
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time since the end of dinner, when she stopped at my place Thursday
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night. She had cut her hair, wearing it in a sensible, conservative,
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straight, business-style which stopped just above her shoulders. She was
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wearing the same floral print dress she had worn when I first met her.
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"Ummm... hi. I'm sorry, butmyfolkstookmetoBarbadoswiththemand..." I
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motioned for her to come in, which interrupted her diarrhetic speech.
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"Ummm... I'm kind of in a hurry," she said.
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She hesitated, and I broke in. "Look, we both know what you're going
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to say, so why don't you just come in and say it. Then you can leave."
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Somewhat testily, I added, "Or don't you trust me anymore?"
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Crystal lowered her head, trying not to look at me. The county girl
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that had vanished a while ago had returned, and stood before me.
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Everything was as it had been, including the ridiculous amount of makeup
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she used to wear. "I... ummm... guess I like you, Don, but, ummm...
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like, it's not good to have a relationship based on... ummm... ummm...
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sex. Itjustwouldn'twork." Crystal spit the last sentence out in a
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bigger hurry than usual, as if it was a distasteful thing she had to do.
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Suddenly, surprisingly, she raised her head, and looked me dead in the
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eye. "Please... don't hate me. I won't ever forget you. I'm sorry,
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but..." The words just hung there. Finally, Crystal said, "I gotta go,
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I have a date."
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"Goodbye, Cryssie," I said quietly, sadly, closing the door slowly on
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her. So, I was single again. No big deal. Why did I feel abandoned?
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Fortunately, the band's schedule went into overdrive, leaving no time to
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brood. We started playing four nights a week, which meant that three
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nights were reserved for getting rest.
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"I heard you broke up with her," Pam said, patting me sympathetically.
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It had been two weeks, and I hadn't really dealt with it, except to
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ignore it.
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I shrugged stoically. "It just wasn't meant to be, Pam, but I hear
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that things are going well for you." She had been going out with
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somebody now for a couple of months, and had seemed real happy about it.
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It wasn't anything I didn't already know, but it did let me change the
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subject, and I tuned out Pam's enthusiastic response, nodding blankly as
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the words flew on by.
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The next time we played at that club, Pam was drinking heavily after
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work. "Men SUCK!" she loudly announced to those of us who were left in
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the club. "I hate them! They lie to you, then they go fuck some OTHER
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cunt!!!" The owner told her to take Saturday off, and Pam ordered
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another double shot. The bartender cut her off and tried to calm her
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down. Pam grabbed her purse, and loudly proclaimed that she was going to
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go somewhere else where they'd serve her and fuck all of you and... Of
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course, she promptly fell, but I was there to catch her.
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"You're not going anywhere but home. You're too drunk to drive, so
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I'm going to take you home and let you..."
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Pam slapped me -- _hard_. "Why? So you can fuck me and leave too?"
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She pulled out of my grasp and staggered into the side of the bar,
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bouncing and almost falling again. I put her back on her unsteady feet
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once more, and grabbed her arms.
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"I'm taking you home, so you don't hurt yourself any more than you
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already have, understand?" I growled, aware that her alcohol-induced
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hysteria would go away sometime within the next four hours. "I will not
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take no for an answer, this is not open for discussion, got it?" Yeah, I
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was pissed, but only Pam could have gotten away with hitting me the way
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she had. My cheek still stung, and I dug my hands into her arms a little
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harder than I had to. The remaining people in the club were aware of the
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somewhat unique relationship Pam and I currently shared, so they all just
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watched the drama unfold. "And, yes, I accept your apology, bitch, but
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this is the last time you'll ever do something like that to me."
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The last sentence seemed to take the fight out of her. Somewhere
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through the fog, she realized exactly what she had done, and whom she had
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done it to. Pam got all mushy, slurring apologies, hanging on me the way
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drunk people do because they have no muscle tone, and I eased her out the
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door, much to everybody's relief.
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When we got to her apartment, she invited me in. "No. I'm not much
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for drunken grudge fucks, Pam. You know that," was my response.
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Frankly, she was just a little bit repulsive at that moment. Pam got out
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of the car and begged. Loudly. I sighed, and gave in to keep her from
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waking the whole neighborhood. "But, we are _not_ going to have sex," I
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warned her sternly.
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Pam gave me a hot, wet kiss and fondled my crotch as soon as her front
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door had closed. She stroked the erogenous zones on my neck and head,
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knowing from experience how to turn me on. I gave up my futile
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resistance. She had gone from drunken and repulsive to drunken, but
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incredibly hot and willing in a span of three minutes or so. And me
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without my Crystal safety net. I just _knew_ I'd hate myself in the
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morning. Pam staggered back to her bedroom (good thing it was a
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straight, relatively uncluttered line from the living room), pulling me
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along behind her. We flopped onto the bed, kissing as we had many times
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several months earlier, when I suddenly got an idea. I began to massage
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her back, firmly, but caringly, under the guise of removing her clothes.
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I managed to get out of her reach, and started kneading her delicious
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back.
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Pam caught on. I knew from experience that a moderately firm back
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massage could put Pam on the edge of sleep. "Ohhh... nooo... _fuck_...
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meee," she protested, voice thick and slurred, but it was too late. My
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massage had its usual effect on her. Aided by the alcohol, Pam was
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asleep (passed out?) about a minute later. I went to sleep next to her
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fully dressed, contemplating the irony of it all; I had just given a sexy
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blonde a back rub to get her out of the mood, and stay _out_ of her
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pants. "Damn," I thought, "can't I get _anything_ right?"
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Pam was extremely hung over the next day. She asked me to stay, so I
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comforted her as best I could while she told me what had caused last
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night's incident. Pam had walked in on Bill, her (now ex-) boyfriend
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Thursday night after work, and caught him fucking somebody else. "I
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wasn't supposed to come over after I left the club, but I thought I'd
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surprise him," she sniffled.
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"You deserve better anyway, Pam," I said, hugging her and kissing her
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lightly on the forehead. "Now go back to bed, turn off the lights, and
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sleep it off. Dave gave you the night off," I said quietly. Pam didn't
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remember, but she was relieved to hear it. She went back in the bedroom,
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so I left and got ready for Saturday night's show. About ten minutes
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before close, Pam walked into the club.
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"I had to come get my car," she explained as I started to load the
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equipment. Stopping me, she said quietly, "Come over when you get done."
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I hadn't heard her use that voice in a long time. An hour later, Pam was
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kissing her way down my naked body. She spent a lot of time at my
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nipples, alternately using her tongue, and nipping at them. She would
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stop and suck on them for a little while before resuming her aggressive
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foreplay. She remembered how to send me into orbit. "Lie still," she
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instructed in a whisper. "Let me do _everything_ tonight, Don." Pam
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rubbed my swollen penis gently, then ran her tongue around it.
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She played with my erection for a while, interrupting her wet blowjob
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with long enough pauses to keep me in suspense. After Pam decided she
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was done with that, she ran her tongue slowly from the bottom of my
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balls, along the underside of my cock, right to the tip. Then she
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flicked her tongue in and around the opening. My cock bobbed
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impatiently. Pam sat up and removed her oversized band tee-shirt, and
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let me gaze at her naked perfect body, with its smooth curves, firm,
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perfectly formed and proportioned breasts, and the downy blonde hair that
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glistened with reflected moisture. Her taut, well-muscled thighs were
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also slightly damp. My eyes feasted upon her, sexual hunger replacing
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every thought. Pam spread her legs, and masturbated herself on my
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erection, gliding her wet triangle over my aching cock.
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"Pa-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-ammmm," I groaned. She smiled, stopped her aided
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masturbation, and lifted my cock at the base, pointing it straight up,
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then positioned herself over it. My cock touched the entrance to
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ecstasy, but Pam pushed at my chest with her other hand, so I lay still,
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touching, but not passing through that entrance. Pam smiled at me,
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silent, no mischief in her eyes, for an eternity; then she eased my cock
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into her, sitting down with excruciating deliberation, until she landed
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on my hips with a contented purr. Yes, it was worth the wait, and
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getting there had been half the fun. She moved her hips leisurely and
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closed her eyes, a smile playing on her lips, kneading my chest gently
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with her fingers, while her tropical walls kneaded my long-ignored (since
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Crystal) cock. I was really close to the point of no return. I gasped
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her name. She opened her eyes, regarding me dreamily. I wasn't wearing
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a rubber, I realized in shock. Pam just smiled, kneaded my cock a little
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more vigorously with her inner walls, and I no longer cared as my
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friend/lover firmly pushed a finger just below my asshole.
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The loud noise I made was cut off by Pam's kiss, as she explored my
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mouth lovingly while my toes curled; I hadn't told Crystal about my "cum
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switch," as Pam had named it. Pam sat down as hard as she could,
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grinding against me, keeping me from bucking, kissing me constantly. She
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continued her gentle hidden massage of my softening cock, prolonging my
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orgasm well past the end of ejaculation, sending me to nirvana.
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Pam leaned forward again and wrapped her arms around me. "Sleep with
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me," she commanded in a gentle whisper, my erection returning as she
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massaged my cock inside her. She rubbed her body, warm and slick with
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sweat, against mine, adorning my body with gentle brushes of her lips,
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purring, and making quiet, soothing noises. I had again become erect;
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she still held me inside her, but I was very sleepy. Pam's gentleness,
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and soothing aura overwhelmed my desire, and I slept, deep and dreamless.
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Pam and I became lovers again, for a week. Sometimes she'd give as
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she had that first night, other times the apartment would echo with her
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joyful cries as I ministered to her needs and desires. We buried our
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pain and our frustration under sheer physical pleasure. Our knowledge of
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each other's bodies, and skill at manipulating each other's senses made
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it easy. Our crazed hedonistic games ended the following Sunday, after
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we spent the whole afternoon thrusting animalistically at one another.
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Her anger and hurt over Bill, and my frustrations about Crystal had
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vanished in the addictive haze of great sex. "I love you, Don," Pam said
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as I got ready to leave her home that night. "I think you understand
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what I mean," she finished.
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"Yeah, baby doll, I do. If you ever need anything, let me know. I
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promise that I will do whatever I can to make it better for ya," I
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answered, knowing that she would do the same for me. We hugged for a
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long time before I walked out the door. I have not had sex with Pam
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since that afternoon; we don't talk about that week at all. Pam and I
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are -- intimately linked, without being lovers, much to the awe of people
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who only know one of us. They don't understand why we don't get married.
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We know it wouldn't work, and some things are too good to risk on
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overexposure.
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