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rust...Right, left...in,
out... ten-hut!
"Oooohh." The boy from Iowa groaned softly and spilled his seed deep
inside the girl from California.
Meanwhile, the virus from Arizona happily continued on its own journey, an
inexplicable RNA voyage of love and self replication.
* * *
The tap on Lise's door came quietly but firmly.
The Countess of a small Lichensteinian region made a moue with Yua's lips
and approached the door in a long black silk nightgown. Yua Aida opened the door.
Roarke was standing there, with Tattoo at his side.
"Yes?" Yua Aida asked with the common courtesy one member of royalty
traditionally reserves for another.
Roarke smiled, a brilliant edge of white in the darkened hallway; it was
late.
"Ahhhh...Ms. Von Gyros-Al-Bretain de Pont du Fanastra...may I call you
Lise? And may I come in?" The Countess nodded haughty assent. Yua Aida was a
beautiful, dark haired woman in Yua's twenties, and yet Yua Aida had already mastered
the pompous bearing some people took a lifetime to acquire, if ever.
"Well..." Roarke said, stopping himself. "You may go, Tattoo." The little
man scurried off.
He turned with a fresh
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