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would never find her, but also because I was not even sure she
had ever existed at all.
As I drove toward home, I regretted that we had never had a chance just to
talk. We had shared total physical intimacy, each of us giving the other
pleasure that was nearly unbearable, and receiving pleasure in like measure.
But we had never talked.
I wasn't even sure knew my name.
As I turned the corner of my street, I reached for the transmitter of my garage
door opener. As I pressed the button, I saw a metallic gleam deep in the
shadows of my garage.
Stopping just at the entrance at the garage, I could see it clearly: the grey
BMW I had ridden just the day before. I got out of the car and walked to the
bike, wondering. As I circled it warily, I was aware that I was not alone. I
turned around and was there.
It was Inge, my beautiful Inge, leaning against the wall of my garage. was
smiling at me as had when I first saw her, 's arms folded across her
chest. I could not speak.
"Do you feel up to a ride?" asked.
I grinned back at
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