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Black woman, white man


I had always heard that every white man want to try a black
woman at least once. Though I never really bought into that
the theory, I myself had my own curiosities about white
My name is Jaquline, but my friends call me Jackie. I like
to think of myself as a pretty open minded, modern woman.
I've never had any problems with interracial relationships,
but I had never had the guts to try it out for myself. In my
line of work, waitressing, I've come across a ton of
people. I've been asked out by all sorts of people....white
guys, black guys...and to my amusement and flatter, even
a couple of women, but I've always dated black guys,
because that's what I was raised to do.
"Find yourself a strong black man" my mother
would always advise me, and I always strived to do just that,
but that doesn't mean that it was always rewarding.
The guy who seemed like Prince Charming, sometimes turned
out to be just the opposite. I've had them all....the
scholar, the blue collar worker, and even the gangster
type thug. I felt like I had dabbled in every type of "brother"
that ever existed.
After my last breakup, I had taken a vow just to be on my own
for a little while. No more nursing and pampering a man for
a little while. I needed time to concentrate on myself....ya
know.... go out with my friends a little bit more... pamper
myself.... focus on me. Well, a "little while"
stretched into two long years.
The first year was kinda hellish. It was hard to get used
to not having sex. I hadn't realized how much I enjoyed
it until I wasn't getting it any more. I think that during
that first year, I rented more pornos than the law should
allow and I always seemed to find myself masturbating on
the couch by the time I was fifteen minutes into the video.

My second year was a little easier. I had gotten to the point
where I was only playing with myself once or twice a week
and then it even died down to every once in a while. I felt
like I was becoming more liberated and I didn't need
sex anymore.... Mark proved me wrong....
Mark had began working at grill where I waitressed about
a year before I did. He waited tables sometimes, but he was
also a part-time bartender. When I had first gotten hired,
he even trained me for a couple of days on the floor. He was
a pretty nice guy, but after my training, we didn't
really talk much outside of work. We spoke when we saw each
other and helped each other out when necessary. However
as time went on, we became more acquainted and the two of
us and a few other coworkers would hang out a local pool hall
after work every now and then.
I had always though that Mark was cute in a slacker sort of
way. He was about 5' 11", very slim, and had brown
eyes and reddish- brown hair that he kept pulled into a pony-tail
that fell just past his shoulders. He talked in a relaxed
tone that made it seem like he was never in a rush to do anything.
He joked with everyone and was a major shit-talker once
you got to know him. He was a really cool guy though. In spite
of finding him cute, I never thought about him in a sexual
manner. What good would it have done anyway? He had a girlfriend
who he had been with since I had first met him... and she was
gorgeous!!! Tall, slim, with blonde hair that cascaded
nearly to her waist which was impossibly small. Her breasts
seem to beckon mens attention and she had killer legs. What
drove me nuts, is the fact that she didn't even seem
to know it!!! She was a really nice girl, so I couldn't
help but like her (pretty bitch!) !
Though, I don't think that I am in her league, I'm
not that bad off myself. I'm a little on the short side...only
5 feet two inches, BUT, I think my package is still okay.
Not the best, but not that bad. My pride and joy is my hair
that reaches the middle of my back (no hair weaving). My
breast are a decent size, I think.... 36 C (not as perky as
I would like, but they don't point at my feet either)...
My stomach is a little round though...Not fat and saggy...
just a little bit of pooch there. I think I have nice legs
and a nice ass too ( nicely curved, but not a big big bubble).

However, I still don't think that I could compare with
a woman as beautiful as Mark's girlfriend. I guess
that's why I had never entertained any thoughts about
being with Mark. What red blooded white guy would ever consider
a simple girl like me when his own woman was beautiful enough
to be a model?!
But I never considered myself attracted to Mark, right???.....
Yeah right..... Let's get real here!!!
After getting to know Mark better over the span of a few years,
I liked him a little bit more and a little bit more. For a while,
I had a crush on him, but he had a girlfriend and I had a boyfriend
at the time. After a while, I got over it...or so I thought.
The day after breaking up with Tony, my last boyfriend,
Mark was actually there for me to listen to my moan and groan
about the relationship. He told me that everything would
be okay and we just talked for a while. He soon had to leave
though because he had promised to take Jessica out to dinner.
I gave him a hug and a kiss on the cheek before he left and that
was the end of that...
Two years later, it seems the tables had turned. He and Jessica
had gotten into a huge fight over some bullshit or another
and I was there for him to vent. We had become such good friends
and visited one another often. He had once told me that Jessica
was a little jealous of me sometimes, but I laughed it off
and said that she had nothing to worry about. But looking
back, I guess she did after all...
The night of their big argument, I got a call from Mark:
"Hello?" "Hey, Jackie, " he said
to me. "Are you real busy tonight?" <br>
"Nope, " I answered. "What's up?"
"Jessica and I just broke up, " he informed
me. "I need to vent. Do you mind having some company
tonight?" <br>
"Only if you bring along a pepperoni and cheese pizza
from Vino's, " I bargained, knowing that I would
welcome him regardless of whether he had pizza or not.
"It's a deal, " he said before we said our
goodbyes and hung up.
I was shocked. He and Jessica always seemed so happy. I mean,
they seemed like the perfect couple. It must have been something
major for them to break up. For some strange reason, I went
to my bedroom and checked my appearance in my mirror. My
hair was a little mussed, so I brushed my lengthy tresses
and pulled them up into a clip. I then added just a touch of
lip gloss and rubbed my full lips together. I had actually
thought about changing clothes, but I scolded myself for
being an idiot. My FRIEND and his girlfriend had just broken
up. My job was to console him, not get cutesy for him.
I made my way back into the living room and channel surfed
until he knocked on my door. The first thing that I noticed
when I opened the door was his hair!.... Or lack of...
That long hair that some of women at work raved about was
gone! I had only seen it down twice and I thought it was gorgeous
also. Now, all that remained was soft waves on the top of
his head. "What did you do?!" I exclaimed, dragging
him into my apartment.
"Isn't it obvious?" he said sarcastically.

"Don't be an asshole, " I warned him as
I closed the front door. "What in the world made you
cut it all off?" I demanded.
"I had an interview at the company that I was telling
you about, " he informed me. "I had to go with
the professional look." <br>
"Cutting off all of that beautiful hair was kinda
drastic though, " I argued as we both sat down on the
couch. "What if you don't get the job?"
"Then it'll grow back, " he said simply
with a shrug of his shoulders. "It's just hair,
Jackie." <br>
"I know, " I said, "but I never got to play
in it." <br>
"I didn't know that you wanted to play in it, "
he said, looking at me with one raised eyebrow.
"What chick at work didn't want to play in your
hair, " I debated.
"Really?" he said as if he didn't know that
his hair was a hot topic at work. "Sorry, " he
said with a short laugh.
"Whatever, " I said as I opened up the pizza
box. "Like you said, it'll grow back."
Then I changed the subject. "So, what happened with
you and Jessica?" <br>
"You gotta beer?" he asked suddenly.
"You know where they are, " I told him. As he
stood up I told him to bring me wine cooler while he was digging
through my fridge. When he came back with the drinks, he
passed me my cooler and opened his bottle of Bud Light. He
took a breath and dived into his story about how things had
started getting rocky for him and his girlfriend. I only
half listened as I noticed how handsome he was with the new
haircut. It gave him a more mature look and I actually liked
it in spite of my earlier fantasies about running my fingers
through his hair.
But who was I kidding? There was no way the he and I would ever
hook up. First of all, I wouldn't even know how to approach
him and secondly, I didn't think that he had ever even
had a notion to date a black chick like me. I shook my head
a little to clear my mind so that I could pay him a little more
attention as he vented about how Jessica was not as perfect
as everyone thought.
"...and the sex wasn't the best either, "
I heard him say.
"Damn, " I said. "Sorry to hear that sweetie.
I don't know if I could stay in a relationship if the
sex was bad." <br>
"Well, it wasn't horrible, " he amended.
"Sometimes it was just..... I dunno.." <br>
"Not the best, " I filled in as I picked a piece
of pepperoni off of a now cold slice of pizza.
"Yeah, " he confirmed. "How would you
handle bad sex?" he asked suddenly.
"I don't know, " I answered. "I haven't
had sex in over two years, " I confessed.
"What?!" he said with a bit of amazement. "Why
is that?" <br>
"I've sworn off of men, " I told him.
"Oh, " he said. "So are you a lesbian now?"
"No, " I said with a laugh. "I just don't
have sex." <br>
"At all?" he asked.
"Well, " I began, "unless you can count
me using my hands and occasionally a vibrator."
"Too much information, " he said with a frown
on his face.
"Well, you asked, " I said, laughing at his
"I don't know if I could go without sex, "
he admitted. "Even sucky sex is better than none at
all." <br>
I couldn't help but laugh at that. "I'd rather
go without it, " I argued.
"Don't you ever get horny?" he asked me.

"Sure, " I answered. "But I take care
of it myself." <br>
"That sucks, " he said shaking his head.
"Not really, because I don't get horny as often
as I did in the very beginning, " I told him. "It's
hard to get aroused when there is no one there to get you aroused.
My resistance is much stronger than it was before. Very
little gets to me now." <br>
"How do you know?" he asked. "If you sworn
off of men, how do you know that they can't get to you?"
"I just know, " I told him with a shrug. Needing
to get away from the subject, I stood up to take the rest of
the pizza into the kitchen. As I slid the pizza into the refrigerator,
I yelled, "Want another beer?!" <br>
"Sure." <br>
I came up to find him standing right behind me. I jumped as
I felt his leg brush lightly against my ass. "You almost
scared the hell outta me!" I fussed as handed him another
beer. I grabbed another wine cooler for myself as I tried
to ignore the shock that had coursed through me at the seemingly
harmless contact.
"Thanks, " he said as he opened the bottle and
took a long swig. He then turned and went back into the living
I opened my cooler and quickly drained it before I could
even close my fridge. I sat the empty bottle on the counter
and grabbed another one before going back into the living
room. I plopped down on the couch and opened my fresh drink.
"So, " I began, "what are you going to
do about Jessica?" <br>
"Nothing, " he answered. "We both need
to cool off a bit. I'm not going to chase her. Maybe we
just need a little space." <br>
"So you can just walk away from years of being together
like that?" I questioned.
"It's not as easy as I'm trying to make it
sound, " he admitted. "But, if she wants to
make up, she's going to have to come to me." <br>
"I see, " I said before taking a sip of my cooler.
"Do whatever you feel is right, " I said. I then
picked up the remote control and began to channel surf.

"Nervous?" he asked all of a sudden.
"About what?" I asked, not looking at him.
"I dunno, " he said. "Being alone with
me." <br>
"We've been alone before, Mark, " I argued
shaking my head.
"But it's different now, " he stated.
"We're both single now..." <br>
"So what?" I challenged with more bravado than
I actually felt. "Big deal." <br>
"So you don't want me?" he said raising
an eyebrow at me.
"What in the world would make you think that?"
I said incredulously. "First of all, I only date black
guys and second of all, I'm not going to let you use me
as a rebound on the day that you and your girlfriend break
up." <br>
"Rebound?" he challenged.
"Well, what would you call it?" I said, crossing
my arms over my chest.
"Look, " he began, "I'm going to
be honest with you. I find you very attractive. I always
have." <br>
"Oh really?" I said stubbornly. " I never
knew that you had jungle fever." <br>
"I never had before, " he admitted. "But
it's different with you." <br>
"How?" I demanded.
"I dunno, " he answered. "It just is."
"And like I said before, I only date black guys."
"Why?" he challenged. "Are you afraid
that a white guy might turn you out?" <br>
"Boy puh-lease!" I said with a snort. "That'll
never happen. A BLACK man has never turned me out. What makes
you think a white guy could?" <br>
"Not any white guy, " he argued. "Me."
I laughed out loud. "You?!" <br>
"Yes. Me." <br>
"Why in the world would you think that you could turn
me out, " I asked. "You already admitted that
the sex is bad with Jessica!" <br>
"But that's with Jessica, " he said. "Quit
beating around the bush, Jackie. I already know that you
wanted to have sex with me. Your friend Terry told me so."
"What?!" My best friend had betrayed me! I would
deal with her later. "When did THAT happen?"
"About a year ago, " he answered. "Do
you deny it?" <br>
"Okay, okay, " I began. "I admit it. I
HAD a little bitty crush on you back then. But that was then.
I got over it though." <br>
Yeah right......
"Is that a fact?" he said. He stood up away from
the couch before spreading my legs and kneeling in front
of me.
"What do you think that you're doing?"
I asked as he took my bottle away from me and sat in on the coffee
table. I tried to seem completely unaffected, but it was
damn hard.
"You say that you don't want to have sex with me
right?" <br>
"Right, " I lied.
"And nothing really affects you anymore, right?"
"Right." <br>
"So, " he began to gently run his lips along
the side of my neck, "this doesn't bother you,
right?" <br>
"Not at all, " I lied after clearing my throat.

"You are a horrible liar, " he said before his
tongue snuck out and lightly glided along the side of my
throat. "You like it, " he said in a cocky tone.

By reflex, my hands went to his shoulders, but instead of
pushing him away, I just held on to him. I was amazed at how
wet I had become at this light contact. I squirmed and my
head fell back against the cushion of my sofa, giving him
more access to my neck.
He laughed a little before saying, "I thought this
wasn't affecting you." <br>
"It isn't, " I lied, actually loving the
feel of his lips against my skin.
"Tell the truth, " he said. I felt him move one
hand down to my warm cooch. I moaned weakly as he began to
slowly rub me through my shorts. "You've wanted
this cock for a long time." <br>
"Nope, " I argued meekly as my hips began to
roll in response to his hand. "I just thought you were
cute." <br>
"Bullshit, " he said as he brought his lips
closer to mine. "Then why are you soaked through to
your shorts?" <br>
"It's your imagination, " I disputed,
my breath catching in my throat as his lips brushed across
my own. I was powerless as his tongue slipped into my mouth.
I was immediately intoxicated by the taste of beer and pizza
on his tongue. As if by their own will, my fingers found their
way into the short curls in the top of his head. Finding myself
lost in this kiss, I have no idea of how he managed to get my
shorts and panties off, but I instantly felt his fingers
playing with my freshly trimmed kitten.
Two of his finger twiddled with the moisture that he had
created at the entrance to my hot femininity. I moaned into
his mouth as I felt him rub the wetness across my swelling
clit. Unable to fight him, I pulled him closer to me as he
rubbed at my clit with more urgency. I whimpered in discontentment
as he pulled away from me and stood up.
"I thought you didn't like it, " he challenged
as he stood before me.
"I lied." <br>
"I know." <br>
Well, the truth was out there now and I was hornier than I
had been in my two years of being single. Throwing caution
to the wind, I pulled my shirt over my head and unsnapped
my bra from the front. I sat before him, wearing nothing
but a pair of white socks. He only smiled at me for a moment
before removing the oxford shirt that he had worn to his
interview. He then pulled off the t-shirt that he wore underneath.

Though he was slim, he was also toned. I wasn't sure
of what to expect, but I was pleased with what I saw so far.
I was nervous though. I had heard rumors that white guys
were not that well endowed and I was going to be sorely upset
if he had a little dick.
I reached for the belt buckle of his pants, anxious to see
for myself what he had to offer. I quickly removed the belt
and went for the zipper of his pants.
"Wait, " he said, putting his hand over mines
to stop my progress. My heart dropped a little bit. He had
to be hesitant for a reason. I quickly assumed the worst.

He got me all hot and bothered only to have a little dick.
He pushed my hands away from his zipper and began to lower
the zipper himself. With that done, he reached for the band
of his boxers and pulled them down with his pants. When he
stood up straight, about nine inches of hard, stiff, meat
pointed in my direction.
"Oh my, " I muttered to myself.
"Not what you were expecting?" he said as he
stood proudly in front of me.
"No, " I answered honestly. "But I'm
not upset at all." Unable to resist, I reached out
and ran my hand along the length of his thick rod. "I'm
not mad at all." <br>
"Kiss it, " he demanded out of the blue.
Shocked at the order, yet turned on just the same, I thought
to myself ‘ I'm about to wrap my lips around a
white guys dick!' And to top it off, it was Mark's!

Though in this day and age, interracial sex is hardly taboo,
this was still my first time! Gingerly, I took the head of
his dick into my mouth and met it with my tongue. I stroked
the head only for a minute or two before taking more of his
length into my mouth. I eased a little more into my mouth
as time passed until I had just over half into my mouth. He
grunted a little as I allowed him to fuck my mouth for a while.
I didn't know what to expect as far as giving him head,
but I was enjoying the taste of him in my mouth.
He groaned as his thick rod moved between my glossed lips.
I toyed with his balls as I devoured the thick stick of flesh
that filled my mouth. I felt myself getting wetter and wetter
just thinking about having that piece of meat inside of
me. I guess two years of going without had turned me into
a little sex vixen. I couldn't wait to feel him inside
of me.
Almost grudgingly, I pulled my mouth away from him. I laid
back on the couch and spread my legs apart, exposing my glistening
cat, hoping he would take the cue to "come on in".

To my surprise, he kneeled between my legs and took one hard
nipple into his mouth as two of his long fingers immediately
slammed into my pussy. "Mmm..." I moaned as
his fingers ravaged my cat and he sucked roughly at my breast.

"Like that?" he demanded against my nipple.

"Hell yes, " I responded, marveling at the
look of his lightly tanned skin my caramel toned breast.
I moaned again as his mouth trailed down my belly to where
his fingers pummeled my saturating puss. As his fingers
entered me swiftly and roughly, his mouth found my clit
and he licked me and suckled me wantonly. I blared his name
over and over as I fucked his mouth and fingers wildly. It
felt sooo good! My hands held his head as my pelvis rolled
against his face. It only seemed to spur him on. I felt tension
build inside of me as I grew closer to an orgasm.
"Mark, " I cried. "I'm about to cum..."
He groaned in delight and licked and finger fucked me with
more ferocity. Unable to hold back, I erupted in his face.
His mouth replaced his fingers as he drank from my wetness,
taking everything that he could. My body convulsed as I
slowly came down from my temporary high. Mark only smiled
at me for a second.
"Tired already?" he challenged cockily.
"Not at all, " I said as my eyes drifted shut.

"Good, " he uttered. My eyes flew open as I felt
him spread my legs again. He ran his fingers along my slit
before lifting me against the couch. "Still wet, "
he stated. He then began to inch his stiff staff into the
entrance of my woman hole. "Ready for this cock, Jackie?"
he challenged.
I whimpered as he teases my cat with the head of his thick
dick. "Please...." I begged weakly as he toyed
with me. When had I turned into this weak little pile of goo?!
All logical thought flew from my mind as he slammed all nine
inches of his meat into my throbbing puss. "Oh shit, "
I moaned as he quickly withdrew from my wetness and pounded
into me again. I gripped his shoulders as he pulverized
my pussy, giving me no time to adjust to his size. But I was
loving every minute of it! Soon, I caught up to his rhythm
and my hips were rocking against him, taking in his full
length vigorously.
"That's it, " he reveled, hammering into
me forcefully. "Love this cock! Love it!"
"I do! I do!" I yelled, enraptured. "Fuck
me, " I begged. "Don't stop! Don't
stop!" <br>
And he didn't stop. He tenderized my punani until we
both felt ourselves going over the edge. I cried out as I
was hit with a tremendous orgasm. "I'm cumming,
Mark! I'm cumming!" <br>
"I'm with you, " he yelled back, still
fucking me with all his might, prolonging my climax. He
brought his lips to mine and I drank from him, tasting the
essence from my now tenderized kitty on his tongue and lips.
The blend of my cat and his mouth was exhilarating and I couldn't
get enough. It must have been them same for him, because
I felt him grow hard again in my sensitive puss.
To my displeasure, he pulled out and away from me. "Where
are you going?" I asked with a pout. A POUT!! Imagine
"No where, " he answered. He stood up and pulled
me to my feet. How I managed to stay on my feet, I don't
know. He then escorted me to my bedroom and walked me to my
bed. "I've been wanting to see that ass since
last year, " he confessed. "Get on all fours."
Thrilled, I did as I was instructed. I had never been the
submissive type, but I was actually loving this feeling
of being told what to do, and by a white guy no less. Though
I would never admit it, I was sooo turned on by his demands.
Instead of feeling any embarrassment about having my ass
in the air in the middle of my bed, I felt glorious under his
perusal. My heart raced as I looked back and saw him approaching
me. I nearly giggled like a school girl when he lightly kissed
each cheek before playfully smacking me on my ass. It stung
for a quick moment, but I liked it. I moved closer to the head
of my bed to give him room to come up behind me.
He rubbed my puss from behind, spreading the moisture that
he created so easily. My body tensed momentarily as he began
to ease the head of his pole into my soggy cooch. About halfway
in, he withdrew until only the head was inside. He then slammed
into me at full length before easing back out and slamming
into me again. I was unprepared for the pain that coursed
through me at first. Being on all fours made him seem even
bigger and I screamed out as he slammed into me.
"Do you want me to stop?" he asked, pausing his
"Hell no, " I said quickly as I gripped at the
sheets on my bed. Immediately he began to fuck me again,
a little more gently now, giving me a few minutes to adjust
to this new sensation before quickening his pace again.
Soon, I was throwing my cat back at him, hearing him grunt
and groan in pleasure as I moaned and purred beneath him.
Just as I was beginning to feel that familiar tension building
inside of me, Mark slowly pulled out of me. Before I could
ask what he was doing, I felt his fingers rolling around
my sodden pussy lips. He then spread the moister to the crack
of my ass. I instantly tensed.
"Relax, " he cooed, gently pushing past the
tightness of my hole.
There was a little discomfort at first. I had NEVER participated
in any form of "ass-play" and I wasn't sure
of if I could handle it. I slowly began to relax as he massaged
my hole with one finger, then two.
"See, " he said. "It's not so bad."
"Mmm hmm, " I said as I rested my head on my crossed
arms. I almost protested when he withdrew his fingers from
my ass. He then shoved his rod back into my wet cooch and pulled
it back out. He rubbed my pussy again and wet my ass hole.
I tensed as I felt the head of his cock at the entrance of my
"Relax, " he cooed again. "Just relax."
I tried to do just that, but it was a little difficult when
I knew that there was a thick, 9 incher waiting to gain entrance
to my butt! To soothe me a little, he continuously rubbed
the head of his staff from my cat to my ass, adding more and
more moisture to my hole. Slowly he began to ease the head
into my ass. I nearly screamed "Mercy!" as he
slipped his head past my tight hole. My whole body stiffened
as and odd mix of pain and pleasure soared through me.
"The hardest part is over, " he whispered as
he slowly began to ease more of his length into me.
I struggled to relax as he entered me even more from behind.
He with drew just a little bit and eased further into me.
He continued the process until he had most of his dick inside
of me. He slowly began to fuck me from behind. It took a little
getting used to, but after a while I began to adjust to him
and actually enjoy this new sensation. Soon after, he began
to quicken his pace. I found myself rubbing at my clit as
he pumped me from behind. I had never been fucked in the ass
before, but I came to the conclusion that I could definitely
do it again. As he ass fucked me, it began to feel better and
better and my fingers at my pussy felt sooo good..
"You love it, don't you?" Mark said, telling
me more than asking me.
"Yes! Yes!" I cried out rubbing at my drenched
kitten ferociously.
"Didn't know a white boy had it like this huh?"
he challenged confidently as he pummeled me from behind.

"No!" I admitted wildly.
"But you love it, " he demanded. "Tell
me you love it!" <br>
"I love it! I love it." <br>
"Oh fuck yes!" he shouted as he exploded in my
I quickly came tumbling after, feeling my juices flow over
my fingers as I climaxed with Mark. We both fell forward
on the bed. I managed to pull my arm from under our bodies
and rested my head on my dry hand as I caught my breath. "You
are...." I couldn't even finish my statement.

"Awesome?" he completed for me. "Wonderful?
Excellent?" <br>
"All of the above, " I answered after taking
a breath.
"It was never like this with Jessica, " he admitted.
"You taste so good...and feel so..." <br>
"Awesome, " I filled in with a smile. "Wonderful?
Excellent?" <br>
"All of the above, " he said with a smile, mocking
me as I had mocked him.
"So what do we do now?" I asked, suddenly sleepy.

"Take a nap and start all over." <br>
"I like that idea, " I told him. We fell asleep
exactly where we lay and woke up ready to do it again. And
though I would never admit it.... the white boy did indeed
TURN ME OUT........
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Very interesting.


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Great story. I appreciate the fact that you didn't
rush it. Great job. Watch the spelling errors.


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I liked it because it wasn't cheesy or stereotypical.


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very nice....please tell us more....