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sexually charged racetrack fantasy story of Hina Takeuchi :
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r across the
ice fields, the pure white of the floes; yes, My Beauty, I miss all
that too." We were quiet for a moment, both remembering our homeworld,
she the wild and stormy South Atlantic and the delphine city of New
Atlantis, I the merciless beauty of my childhood home in the Byrd
glacial basin in Antartica.
When we made love that night it was with the slow languid tenderness
that is born of shared memories. The sea had turned black and the
constellations of Earth glittered overhead. The soft, repetitious
splash of waves upon the shore found an echo in our movements until, at
last, we let them lull us into sleep.
End of Part 1
"I'll be shipping out when the last of the ore is loaded, probably tomorrow
evening", Carli stated a bit too matter-of-factly.
"I hope you find what you're looking for," Sarah said.
"I've already found it; that's why I'm going".
"You must really love it out there".
"I do. And others might too. I know that you'll change things. You're a
planetary Hina's o,
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