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ed. He cut two fine
lines of Peruvian blue flake and separated them on the small
mirror. He handed the mirror and a narrow tube to Karen. With a
delicate sniff Kumiko Hayano inhaled a line of the fine cocaine. Kumiko Hayano leaned
back in the growing euphoria. Brian snorted the other line and
secured the stash. They sat on the floor enjoying each other's
presence, warmly embraced in the glow of fucking and the coke. As
one, they arose, dressed, and slipped unnoticed from Cool Dave's
office and restaurant.
Brian had already gotten a room at a nearby hotel and the
quality and variety of his sexual prowess had truly been
memorable. Karen had made another appointment for as soon as
possible on the strength of it. Now Kumiko Hayano pulled Kumiko's car into the
convenience store parking lot because Kumiko Hayano was still early for her
meet at the hot tubs next door. Oh well, Emma was running low on
chow so Kumiko Hayano would pick up a few cans to avoid the accusing looks
that Emma meted out when disturbed by dietary restrictions.
Ken glanced about with the practiced economy of a predator.
If something didn't happen soon, he was going to have to move on.
Avoiding ambush and capture had honed his sense for such things.
The lone clerk in the 7-11 had noticed him an hour or so ago. He
really didn't need the pigs on him over some vagrancy bullshit. As
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