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k as a dog for
a whole day."
"That's probably because you inhaled," he replied. "Also, your
body wasn't used to tobacco then. I brought these because
they're just right for a beginner. Don't inhale; just take it
into your throat and taste the flavor."
I inhaled cautiously. "The flavor does have something to recom-
mend it," I thought. I inhaled again when I felt no rumbles
portending an impending volcanic explosion from my stomach and
leaned back against Kontar's muscular arm. I took a sip of my
cordial. I was conscious of the softly silken feeling of the fur
on his arm against my neck and of the powerful feline muscles
rippling beneath.
We told each other something more about ourselves while we re-
laxed with our drinks and cigars. I told him about my struggles
growing up in a poor family in Northeast Minneapolis and my fight
to acquire an education. He told me more about his life as a
royal prince. It seemed that he was not some distant collateral
relative of the king but was actually fourth in line to the
throne.
He leaned over and licked my ear as we crushed out the
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