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terglow I had
experienced in a while, I noticed the waiter approaching. Just
in time, I thought.
"May I take your order?"
"Yes, please," Mary replied. "We'll each have your artichoke
appetizers, while we settle on dinner." Then, quietly turning to
me, "Just a little safety margin the first time around. Next
time, you may not be so lucky!"
The rest of dinner passed uneventfully, or at least, that's the
way it seemed to me. Mostly I was caught in a daze of fantasies
about what would happen after dinner, my mind - and body - racing
between intense arousal and terror. Two moments do "stand out"
in my mind, though: the first early on, the second at the end.
That first event took place as the waiter brought the artichokes.
As he was placing them in front of us, each peeled back like
labial lips, Mary handed the container, full of my now-congealing
jism, to Anne, who smiled a polite "thank you" and began spooning
it onto 's artichoke with 's dessert spoon. At the waiter's
discreetly raised eyebrows, said, ever so sweetly, "A hand-
made topping - from a friend!" and continued, oblivious. She
then passed the container to Mary, who, after anointing her
artichoke, passed
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