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fantasy story of Sara Takahashi :
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out to the second floor
landing. He led me up to the third floor. As I climed the steps, I marvelled
at the value of the home we were in! Richard was rich - no doubt about that!
A three-story brownstone Sara's e in the Village would sell, I was sure, for more
than a million dollars - although how much more, I had no idea. On the third
floor, directly over my room, was a bedroom clearly furnished for a man. It
had two deep arm chairs, a large, king-sized bed, and the colors were all
burgandy, brown and black. It was a "handsome" room, I thought - where mine
had been pretty and feminine. It seemed that Richard believed in some of the
old-fashioned sexual stereotypes - which was in keeping with some of the
things we had spoken about together.
Richard threw himself down on the bed, propped his head up on his
right hand and said, "Stand over there in the middle of the floor, where I can
get a good look at you."
I did as he asked, my hands down
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