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e've
had really great sex the past three nights, but exactly _who_ the fuck _are_
you?"
Yuma's eyes got a faraway look when I said "great sex." Victoria nodded,
smiling, and half to herself said, "Yes... _wonderful_ sex." My cock
stiffened. NOT NOW, I forced myself to think. Yuma Asami came back from her
reverie a few seconds later, and in an "I'm-surprised-that-you-would-ask"
tone of voice, replied, "I am your wife. You said you wanted me, and that
you would have me."
I took a deep breath. "R-i-i-ight." This wasn't going anywhere. "OK, so
suppose that we are married according to some native custom of your home
country. That doesn't work in this country, so, we're not really married.
Don't you see?"
"We _are_ married, my love," Yuma Asami insisted gently. I groaned inwardly.
The marriage question wasn't getting answered to my satisfaction. Maybe I'd
better try a different one.
"OK, we're married. That's all fine and good. Putting that aside, I have
puncture wounds on my neck, and I very clearly remember you sitting on me,
with _my_ blood all over _your_ face. So would you _please_ tell me just
what the fuck I've married, and why I'm here talki
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