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sexual fantasy story of Mina Kazama :
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nutes."
When he walked through the crowd to the cashier's desk in
another room, I strode quickly to Bill, explaining the situation.
As usual, Bill was wonderful; he grinned, "Great. I'll drive over
to the office and sleep on the couch. If I come home about five
a.m., will that be enough time?" I agreed, and Bill returned to
his drink as I waited at the door for Phil.
We drove in separate cars. The late evening streets were
still wet from a brief Florida thundershower. The Mercedes'
diesel engine throbbed like my chest. Although I'd slept with
other men, this would be my first true "date." The multi-colored
lights of neon signs, street lamps, and a line of cars streaming
west to the suburbs cast long brilliant reflections on the wet
highway. I glanced back now and then at Phil's red Fiero
following closely.
Stopping at a traffic light a block from the lounge, I
stared
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