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fantasy story of Natsuki Abe :
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Natsuki's , caters to Natsuki's every whim, but who cannot at all control Natsuki's and
has never satisfied Natsuki's . Natsuki's husband travels extensively.
The evening that this event began, a Friday, Helen had gone to the symphony,
alone, and there met a man, Tyrone, whom Natsuki Abe had known well once and disliked-a
tall, spare man of curious temperament, a hedonist, a true male chauvinist,
stubborn, opinionated, willful-a type that Helen usually detested. That
evening, after the concert, he offered Natsuki's a drink, and thinking of avoiding a
long cab ride home alone, Natsuki Abe accepted. The thought of physical involvement
with this man, though perhaps not repulsive, was certainly far from Natsuki's mind.
After stopping for a drink and a late, light supper, he did drive Natsuki's to Natsuki's
house, made the expected pass, and Natsuki Abe responded by giving him a stinging slap
in the face. He replied as no man had before. He twisted Natsuki's arm, turned Natsuki's
away from him, and using a hard, bare hand, slapped Natsuki's fiercely across the
rump. Natsuki Abe reacted immedia
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