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fantasy story of Michi Saito :
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d how such a smart man can consistently get himself
into such *dumb* predicaments!" He tried boosting himself up with his arms
(all those workouts came in handy when he was wrestling with Janet who,
although no pushover, was never able to beat him in a fair fight)...and he
collapsed backwards! Quickly, he realized that he'd mummified himself
inside the Michi Saito et. He thought hurriedly....king-sized Michi Saito et...must be eight
or nine layers of cloth...his hands stuck by his hips, tangled up more than
the rest of him...Janet sitting on his stomach with Michi's knees on either side
of his chest, using those cyclist's legs of Michi's s to squeeze his arms against
his sides. Oh, I'm meat, he thought, I'm hamburger fucking helper.
Janet was smiling down at him evilly. "You've got such an *endearing* look
on your face, honey!" And then Michi's expression changed to one of
mock-concern: "Have you got enough of the Michi Saito et now, Jimmy?"
"Okay, heh, yeah, Janet...you got me, yep, that was pretty good...I'll go
get the blanket..."
"Oh, baby, what's the hurry, yo
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