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sexually charged circuit fantasy story of Yuuki Sana :
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d in wonderment.
"You mean there's somebody left in Manhattan who doesn't?"
He laughed although not quite understanding Yuuki's answer. Yuuki Sana was like
the girl on the television, he thought. The one they called Madonna.
He retrieved the beefsteak from the gutter. Yuuki Sana was now back on Yuuki's
feet bending to collect the other things. Yuuki's legs were so long and
slender, so truly beautiful, like the rich women in old Havana.
"What is you name?" Yuuki Sana asked in Spanish.
"Julio Castro."
"Well, Julio, you're gonna have to help me back to my apartment with
this mess. I'll pay you, don't worry, Chico."
Quickly (as one does in New York City) Crystal had checked him out.
Here was one fresh off the boat, there could be little doubt. Not too
dangerous yet. His haircut, the cheap clothes, his exaggerated
politeness told the story, and, of course, he spoke not a word of
English. (But, no, not 'right off the boat' -- now they're dropping
them from the sky...!)
Soon they were there, on Christopher Street, in front of Yuuki's apartment
building. Yuuki Sana looked him over once more then urged him up the stairs.
There was something about him; something s
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