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Karen drove me, one handed, from the supermarket car park to her hiring in Richmond. Her old man was out in Bosnia, her kid was in nursery school, and...we had the place to ourselves. We fucked each other's brains out in every room in the house, including the kharzy. I was rampant as a stud stallion and half-crazy with what had happened in Bosnia; Karen was just cock- crazy, so we were a matched pair. I hope her neighbours were either deaf or out of their house, or both, for she shrieked like a. Letting go of my ankles, he steps away from me and reaches for the phone. “Just ignore it,” I say, pleadingly. “Won’t your voicemail pick it up?” He shakes his head. “The box office answers it and if it’s important they patch it through to me. That means I have to get this.” “Damn,” I say, sitting up. Rick answers the phone and sits down in his chair. I scoot around the desk so I’m facing him, then hook my feet under the arms of his chair and pull him closer to me. He shakes his head at me and. More

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