My Blonde Lover
She enters the room wearing nothing but a black negligee and a smile. Her long blonde hair sweeps gracefully over her bosoms.
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It all started when we walked to our regular pub in our Manhattan neighborhood. When we got there, the place was so crowded with some function that we couldn't get it.
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Michael was nervous. Really nervous. His eyes kept darting toward the wall clock above his television—9:57.
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