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> Subject: A Romantic Love Story To End The Year
> > He grasped me firmly but gently just above my elbow and guided me into a
> > room, his room. Then he quietly shut the door and we were alone.
> >>
> >> He approached me soundlessly, from behind, and spoke in a low,
> >> reassuring voice close to my ear.
> >>
> >> "Just relax."
> >>
> >> Without warning, he reached down and I felt his strong, calloused
> >> hands start at my ankles, gently probing, and moving upward along my
> >> calves slowly but steadily. My breath caught in my throat. I knew I
> >> should be afraid, but somehow I didn't care. His touch was so
> >> experienced, so sure.
> >>
> >> When his hands moved up onto my thighs, I gave a slight shudder, and
> >> partly closed my eyes. My pulse was pounding. I felt his knowing fingers
> >> caress my abdomen, my ribcage. And then, as he cupped my firm, full
> >> breasts in his hands, I inhaled sharply. Probing, searching, knowing what
> >> he wanted, he brought his hands to my shoulders, slid them down my
> >> tingling spine and into my panties.
> >>
> >> Although I knew nothing about this man, I felt oddly trusting and
> >> expectant. This is a man, I thought. A man used to taking charge. A
> >> man not used to taking `no' for an answer. A man who would tell me
> >> what he wanted. A man who would look into my soul and say ...
> >>
> >> "Okay, ma'am, all done."
> >>
> >> My eyes snapped open and he was standing in front of me, smiling,
> >> holding out my purse. "You can board your flight now."
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