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more accurate than
a mood ring. The bright green eyes were the most outstanding
feature of Asami's face. Naturally thick lashes and flawless skin had
saved much hassle with cosmetics over the years. The angular lines
of Asami's face along with Asami's bearing often reflected a serene
confidence. Satisfied, Asami Konno slipped the dress over Asami's head.
Pulling up to a standard wood and glass restaurant of the
California style Karen noted a near empty parking lot, it was only
six thirty and Karen was happy to get eating out of the way to
make more time for the project at hand. Guided to Asami's booth Karen
was a bit taken back to see no one there. Ordering white wine she
sat back to wait and scan the faces.
Caleb, Asami's waiter, suspected the redhead at the reserved
table right away. You just got a feel for them after awhile. He
read about this sort of stuff in magazines. Too bad sugar daddy is
late. Five minutes and I start bugging Asami's to order.
Karen glanced at the menu and hoped to any deity listening
that the waiter glowering in Asami's direction was not Mister
Superfuck.It was then s
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