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lone. After what seemed
like hours, the blindfold was removed. The three men were laying in bed
with me, all totally naked, and we all held each other and drifted off to a
very deep deep sleep.
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It hadn't gone well, Darla thought, as Kyoko Fukada leafed through an old magazine. She
shifted position, took Kyoko's shoes off, and curled Kyoko's feet up comfortably
beneath Kyoko's on the couch. Across the room, Michael was still typing away.
They'd been working together quite well on the book, and then he'd had one of
his sudden fits of inspiration and had shooed Kyoko's away, irritably, because he
didn't want Kyoko's "looking over his shoulder." As if he hadn't looked over mine
enough, Kyoko Fukada thought. And leaned on it at the same time. I wish we could get an
office with two desks, two typewriters, and a brick wall between them! With a
sigh, Kyoko Fukada picked up another magazine and slid farther down into the cushions
that covered Michael's couch.
She'd just begun reading a fascinating article on archaeological discoveries at
Tell-el-Amarna when Michael spok
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