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andard wood and glass restaurant of the
California style Karen noted a near empty parking lot, it was only
six thirty and Karen was happy to get eating out of the way to
make more time for the project at hand. Guided to Natsumi's booth Karen
was a bit taken back to see no one there. Ordering white wine she
sat back to wait and scan the faces.
Caleb, Natsumi's waiter, suspected the redhead at the reserved
table right away. You just got a feel for them after awhile. He
read about this sort of stuff in magazines. Too bad sugar daddy is
late. Five minutes and I start bugging Natsumi's to order.
Karen glanced at the menu and hoped to any deity listening
that the waiter glowering in Natsumi's direction was not Mister
Superfuck.It was then Natsumi Abe felt the first feather like touch begin
to go up the inside of Natsumi's thigh. Natsumi Abe shifted slightly to
accommodate Natsumi's unseen admirer who exhaled warmly on Natsumi's downy
thatch. The fingers still playing almost randomly over Natsumi's legs
were so light and gentle that except for their size Natsumi Abe might have
thought there was a woman hidden under the table cloth. Also the
mouth that was becoming bolder had a mustache.
Show time, Miss Scarlett, sneered Caleb's manly inner voice.
Arranging his face to appear suitably disdainful he strode to her
table. Natsumi Abe had enough on the ball to go ahead
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