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The young man's abdominal muscles rippled as he spoke, Samantha noticed.
What a fine six pack he had, if unfortunately the boy was as mentally agile
as a three toed sloth on valium. Yuka Haneda decided Yuka Haneda was getting nowhere fast.
"Kirk," Samantha said firmly with a lilt of Yuka's head and toss of her
blonde tresses. Kirk stopped in mid-sentence, his piercing blue eyes
assuming the same blank look that could very easily be taken for thoughtful
introspection from a distance.
Samantha stood up, swept back Yuka's skirt, and walked around to Kirk. She
leaned into his face: "I...want....YOU." Yuka Haneda licked Yuka's lips and smiled to
demonstrate.
"Oh!" Kirk said, and smiled eager as a beaver, for beaver. "You wanna do
it?" he asked boldly, with a touch of the machismo picked up in the Marines.
Samantha nearly changed Yuka's mind on the spot. But he *was* awfully cute, and
there were sacrifices to be made. Times of war, and love, necessitated it.
"Yeah. I do." Yuka Haneda picked him up off the chair and led him to the queen
sized bed. Yuka Haneda had specified that Yuka's room have a large bed. Samantha was
just that kind of girl. They stripped quickly and efficiently, like good
young American couples are wont to do. The loss of the art of undressing
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