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From internet to reality!!

9/14/2005

It was another boring summer. I was home from college, with
not much to do but sit at home with mom and my younger siblings.
The one summer I actually wanted to go out and get a job...
no one was hiring. So I was limited to babysitting and trying
to find other things to do with my life. All was going according
to the mundane ritual until I got an unexpected e-mail.

<br>
It was a response to one of those online personals adds...
one that I had composed in boredom over a year ago. I had long
since ceased getting responses and had mostly forgotten
that the thing existed. Yet here was this e-mail...
<br>
Lyric,
<br>
I came across your add and was most intrigued. Your words
were most enchanting and your picture... your smile and
your eyes, they engulfed me. Perhaps I am going overboard
with my poetic praises but I did so enjoy that brief glimpse
of you that I felt compelled to write and hopefully chat
with you in the future.
<br>
Ever so sincerely,
<br>
Davinci
<br>
And with that, the courtship began. I wrote him back and
we began to e-mail back and forth, then to chat. His presence
seemed to fill something in me that was missing. A few weeks
passed and we upgraded to telephone conversations...
a few more weeks and we agreed to meet. Oddly enough, he didn't
have a picture, but chatting with him made me feel so good
I decided I didn't really care what he looked like.
I just enjoyed talking to someone who just seemed to enjoy
my company and wanted to take me out. I had been so lonely;
I just wanted to have some fun.
<br>
It was a warm night in July when we met: shortly after sunset.
We had a date to go to a jazz concert. I prepared carefully,
and with some degree of excitement. This was my first real
date in a long time, since my high school prom really. I took
a long bubble bath with my favorite body wash, Victoria's
Secret ‒ Secret Crush. I put on my black satin bra and panties
and put a splash of body spray in a few strategic places.
I wanted to make a good first impression, so I put on my best
"get im" ensemble... the black dress that showed
the cleavage and the leg, and the strappy black heels. I've
always been a minimalist when it comes to makeup; a little
color on the eyes, a little something on the lips and I was
ready to go.
<br>
When the doorbell rang, I had two kids underfoot, but that
didn't stop my jaw from dropping when I first looked
into his eyes. He was beautiful... in the most masculine
sense of the word. I'm not saying he was pretty, but
handsome doesn't cut it, he was like a work of art. He
was tall and handsome, with exotic hazel eyes. His hair
was fashioned in long, and well kept dredlocks. He was dressed
in a dark suit, looking exquisite. I couldn't believe
that this guy was interested in me, but it was no time to ask
questions. He produced 15 roses; 1 for each sister, 1 for
my mother and a dozen for me. He handled my family with the
utmost charm and soon we were out the door, walking toward
his black Lexus. He guided me with a hand on my shoulder and
I felt a warm jolt of electricity as his hand touched my flesh...
I had the instinctive feeling that this was going to be a
night to remember...
<br>
He was the truest of gentlemen from the roses to the way he
opened my car door and escorted me in. It wasn't something
I was used to. He drove with his arm draped across the back
of my seat and his fingers traced innocent circles on the
bare flesh of my shoulder as again I felt the warm current
of electricity between us. We reached the jazz club and
he again came around to open my door and escort me in. I looked
at him, again mentally marveling at the fact that he was
here with me. The music was wonderful. We both enjoyed a
single glass of wine, him mainly because he was driving,
I just because I liked to be cautious with alcohol.
<br>
We chatted during the pauses in the music. Nothing too significant,
we had covered the essentials online; this was just about
feeling the chemistry between us.
<br>
I felt extremely drawn to him in ways I couldn't explain.
I found myself lost in his eyes for minutes at a time. He took
my hand, kissed it, and asked me to dance. We stood, as I found
myself drawn into his embrace as we danced. So close to him,
so close to his eyes ... I drowned in them as my body came alive
in new ways as it melted into him. I was intensely aware of
every place in which his hand touched me: my bare shoulder,
the small of my back, my hip... he casually grazed my behind
and one hand rested there. My head rested on his shoulder
and I felt as though we were floating. And then he stroked
my hair gently and I looked up at him. He guided my face upward,
tilting my chin and his lips caressed mine. The kiss was
gentle, magical. So magical in fact, that my inhibitions
melted. He kneaded my flesh with his hands and I moaned softly,
reeling from the sensations, my body on fire from the inside
out.
<br>
After a time the music faded and it was time to leave. This
time as he drove his hand rested not on my shoulder but on
my thigh. Without much thought my legs parted a bit and his
fingers toyed with the hem of my dress and danced higher
and higher on my flesh. I had grown most definitely wet,
and though part of me screamed in disapproval the larger
part of me wantonly wished for him to discover this moistest
of flesh. Then, at a red light, for the briefest of moments
he did just that and a moan escaped my lips.
<br>
"Don't take me home, not yet. Take me with you"
<br>
He was silent, and withdrew his hand from my thigh. I let
out a disappointed sigh until he changed direction.
<br>
"Don't look so disappointed Sweetness"
he said, "you are so intoxicating that you steal my
attention from the road. If I keep looking at my hand and
its travels, there's no telling where this car will
end up."
<br>
I laughed, for even through my haze of passion, I could see
the humor. That haze however, was hard to shake. I squeezed
my thighs together. I cracked my window, hoping that the
air would cool me, but realized as my nipples responded
to the cool breeze that this too was a mistake.
<br>
"It's too quiet, why don't we listen to a
little music" I said, reaching for the radio controls.
<br>
He grabbed my hand, preventing me, and I felt the same electricity
as before this time heightened by my arousal. "Music"
he whispered as we stopped at another red light, "Is
a wonderful idea. Why don't you make some for me?"
With that, he guided my hand into my lap and placed it where
his had left off, firmly against the thin layer of black
satin. I gasped in shock and passion.
<br>
"Just the music I want to hear ... please do continue."
<br>
Absently, I stroked the satin strip, feeling it grow increasingly
moist. I moaned softly the whole while. He did not look at
me, but kept his eyes glued firmly on the road as we reached
yet another red light.
<br>
"Stop" he said firmly, and I did. "A question
my dear; have you ever felt leather against your bare flesh?"
I shook my head no. "Well then, now you will learn what
you have been missing. Pull up your dress, let it gather
at your waist, then pull down your panties. Let the leather
caress your skin"
<br>
I did as he instructed, and no sooner than my panties had
fallen to my ankles, I found myself grinding against the
leather, breathing heavily.
<br>
"Music to my ears" he said as he glanced at me
briefly, "And a feast to my eyes, although I would
say your nipples might protest your neglect." Indeed
my nipples were standing at attention, so much so that they
were obvious through my dress. No sooner than he had stopped
speaking, my breasts were cupped in my hands.
<br>
I had never done anything like this before, but here I was
in this man's car, fondling my breasts with my bare
ass against the leather seats and my panties around my ankles,
eyes closed as the car filled with the music of my moans and
the smell of my sex. Yet at this moment, I could find no protest.
Everything seemed completely natural as I submitted to
his will.
<br>
I was drawn out of my thoughts as the car rolled to a stop.
But this time, it wasn't a red light, we had pulled into
a garage, and the automatic door was closing behind us.
<br>
"Welcome to my little corner of the world" he
said as he stepped out of the car and came around to my door.
<br>
He opened my door and I instinctively began to step out.
He stopped me before I could, wordlessly reminding me that
my ankles were hindered. He helped me to stand and then knelt
down and slid the panties back up from my ankles, past my
calves, over my thighs, and back into place.
<br>
Then he stood, pulling me into another of those magical
kisses. This one was less chaste than the first, now that
we were in private. As he kissed me, he slid the zipper of
my dress down my back and caressed the bare flesh he had exposed.
He broke the kiss long enough to slide the dress off completely
and tossing it into the car, then pushing me against the
car he kissed my lips a while longer and then moved down to
my neck kissing with a fierce passion ... but then he hesitated.
I looked at him with an eyeful of questions and he turned
away.
<br>
"I can't." He whispered.
<br>
"Can't what?" I asked, my voice faltering.
<br>
"I must take you home, before this goes too far."
<br>
"Davinci: look at me? I'm standing in your garage
in black lingerie. I think it was perfectly clear where
this was going. If you didn't want this then why did
you bring me here?" I demanded.
<br>
"I am not a man ... not like any man you've ever
known and I..." He grew silent and still.
<br>
I was utterly confused and crushed at the sudden rejection.
I approached him and embraced him, though his back was still
turned. "I don't understand" I whispered,
"If you want to stop; to take me home, that's fine
but I'm not going anywhere until you tell me why"
<br>
He turned to me, and he looked different, but I couldn't
place what it was. His eyes had a fire within that wasn't
there before. It wasn't so much a visible difference,
but they were more piercing ... haunting. He took my hand
in his and I noticed his nails, they were pointed and sharp
as blades. They hadn't been that way before. Then he
spoke revealing fangs and repeating what he had said before.
<br>
"I am not a man, not like any man you've ever known.
Now do you understand?"
<br>
I was speechless for a moment. Part of it was fear, part of
it intrigue. My mind said to run, but I couldn't, I didn't
want to.
<br>
"So you're a ... a vampire? And all that time online
and on the phone; it was just an excuse to... " I said,
finally starting to back away.
<br>
"Yes I am a vampire. But you are something special.
My life is a lonely one indeed. When I told you I was drawn
to you, this was true. I just wanted to not be a monster for
a night... but I am what I am. That is why this can't go
further. The hunger when I kissed you there, the hunger
was so strong."
<br>
As he spoke, he seemed to return to normal or to what I thought
was normal. The voice inside, telling me to run, was still
present but was growing faint, as the urge to stay increased.
I was still drawn to him, and even without that magnetism,
I had so many questions. Vampires had always been in the
same mental category as the monster under a child's
bed, not real: but there was no denying the reality of the
transformation I had just seen. I had so many questions.
Mentally and physically unfulfilled, I couldn't
bring myself to leave, not yet.
<br>
"May I come in? Just for a while. I have questions...
I think I deserve answers."
<br>
Wordlessly he escorted me inside. The air-conditioned
house was cool, making me suddenly aware of my clothing
or lack thereof. He disappeared and returned with a robe
for me to wear. I wrapped it around me and sat down on the black
leather sofa.
<br>
"Why do you trust me?" He asked, "When
I don't even trust myself."
<br>
"If you were going to hurt me, you would have done it
already. We are drawn to each other, there must be a reason...
and besides it's not every day one gets to sit down and
chat with a vampire" I smiled, and he smiled back.
He kissed my forehead in a way that was midway between brotherly
and romantic. I felt at ease and not in the least bit afraid
that I was spending an evening with a vampire.
<br>
I had many questions swimming through my mind and wanted
to ask them all at once, but I couldn't quite hold on
to one full thought for long enough to ask it.
<br>
"I know you have many questions. Ask me what you will,
I will answer."
<br>
I began hesitantly, with what seemed to be my most pressing
question, "If you had bitten me out there, would I
be a vampire now?"
<br>
"No, " he laughed softly, "much of what
you've heard about vampires is myth. It takes more
than a simple bite to become a vampire. I'll tell you
now also that I quite enjoy a good piece of garlic bread,
I won't burst in flame at the sight of a crucifix, and
I'm not afraid of fire."
<br>
That had actually knocked out a few questions at once, so
I went with the next most pressing question, "Do you
kill people?"
<br>
He sighed before he spoke, "I have done some things
that I am not proud of, and yes sometimes murder... but I
do not have to kill in order to feed, and I try my best not to.
I'll answer your next question... Most nights when
I feed, I find a woman at a bar or some such place, or let women
find me. We flirt, I buy her a few drinks, and we flirt some
more until she wants me back at her place. Depending upon
my mood, and how many drinks she's had... sometimes
we, " he paused for a moment and looked at me, "I
can't call it making love; sometimes we have sex and
sometimes we don't. Either way, once I feed I leave
her there sleeping and she never suspects anything more
than a one-night stand. Such things are common now, years
ago it was more difficult... but I do not enjoy hurting people,
and I try to be as harmless as possible"
<br>
"So then why, am I different?" I asked.
<br>
"Because you are here, not in a hotel room or your home:
Because you aren't drunk and because, you... I can't
explain the rest"
<br>
We continued with question and answer for a while. I learned
that he was about 170 years old. He had been a slave and was
in his 20's when he became a vampire. I asked him how
it had happened and he told me of how the mistress of his plantation
was a vampire and how she had deceived him into becoming
the same.
<br>
"I never knew how she became what she was. Her family
thought she was on her deathbed, which is what caused her
to demand darkness and sleep all day, only moving about
at night. I was her attendant each night because all of the
slave women were afraid of her. She was a wanton creature,
and made demands of me each night that I was afraid to refuse.
Each night after she had filled her blood lust, she forced
me to fulfill her carnal ones. Sometimes she would be angry
if she hadn't fed well, and would whip me with more force
than any man ever had. Otherwise she was fond of me... so
fond that she made me into what she was, so that she would
have an eternal slave."
<br>
"But how, " I asked, "did she do it? How
do you make a vampire? And you say she deceived you?"
<br>
"There are 3 steps to making a new vampire: First,
blood must intermingle between the vampire and its subject,
and then the subject must drink from the vampire's
blood. Finally, the vampire drinks from the subject until
they die as a human and are reborn as a vampire. The night
of my transformation... I don't know when our blood
mingled exactly. She whipped me that night... more fiercely
than she ever had; she must have dripped her blood upon my
open wounds. Later she gave me a cup to drink from; saying
it would give me strength. I drank from the cup, fearing
to disobey her, and the next thing I remember was her setting
upon me with her fangs. Thus, I became a vampire. I never
wished to be what I am, " he said sadly.
<br>
The tale saddened me. I saw the conflict in his eyes, and
imagined him living with it for more than a century. I reached
out and put my arm around him and he submitted to my embrace.
I held him there for a while. He sat up and looked into my eyes
saying, "It's been ages since a woman held me
like that." He looked me in the eyes with that piercing
gaze until we were both entranced.
<br>
Slowly, I slipped the robe from my shoulders, letting it
fall. I continued to gaze into his eyes, silently offering
myself to him. Without breaking the gaze, I leaned in closer
to him. It was not so much an embrace as it was the sheer magnetism
of our proximity. A sharp contrast to the fierce passion
we had experienced in the garage, this moment was pregnant
with passion, but was delicate and soft. His hand caressed
my face like fine silk in a soft, warm breeze. Our gaze was
never broken and became the window between our souls. We
floated into each other and our lips met in a gossamer kiss.
Stroking his hair, I offered him my shoulder to cry on, or
drink from whatever pleased him, but he did neither. He
simply rested there for a few moments, accepting my comfort.
<br>
"You are what you are Davinci, you don't have
to be ashamed. You don't have to think of yourself as
a monster" I whispered.
<br>
"It has been years, decades since a woman held me like
this. I thank you for your tenderness and sympathy. It means
more to me than you know, " he said as he leaned in to
kiss me again. My gesture however, was far from over. I feathered
him with kisses, from his lips down to his neck as I began
to undress him. Unbuttoning his shirt, my tongue explored
each new patch of exposed flesh. When the shirt was undone,
I lavished special attention on each nipple. I rested my
head against his chest and listened to his beating heart
as my hands sought his pants. He assisted me in this liberation
and soon his manhood was free and standing upright in all
its glory. It was a beautiful as he was, standing there like
a noble monument to his manhood. I took his cock in my hand
and for a time there was no thought in my mind of vampires
or blood, only passion. I took him in my mouth, my tongue
swirling around the tip. I sucked only on the tip for a while
continuing to stroke his prick. Then I gradually began
taking more and more of his mass into my mouth. My pace was
slow and deliberate, until finally I was taking it all in
as my fingers massaged his balls. My free hand reached between
my own legs, blindly providing myself stimulation. I moaned
onto his dick and began to pick up speed, wanting only to
pleasure him. I was so focused on his pleasure that I removed
my fingers from my wetness and offered them to him. He drew
them into his mouth sucking gently as my head bobbed over
him, faster and faster, up and down. He reached down to stroke
my hair and as the intensity increased his fingers grasped
the hair and he took control of my motion, turning me completely
into an instrument of his pleasure.
<br>
His breath came in gasps, and I felt him twitching inside
my mouth. I knew he was approaching the edge. As he did so,
he tried to push me away. I looked up at him and saw the same
transformation in his eyes as I had seen before, but I didn't
care. I continued my oral ministrations until he exploded
and as he did so he bit into the finger he had been sucking
on. I had been expecting this, but was surprised not at the
bite itself but the fact that the pain was only momentary,
like a needle shot, and was followed by a small flood of pleasure.
I swallowed every drop of his seed and then rose from his
lap, offering my throat to him. This time the combination
of fleshly lust and bloodlust combined were powerful enough
to stop him from hesitating and he sank his fangs into my
throat. Again I felt the pinprick followed by a wave of pleasure,
then another and another. I clung to him as the room began
to spin and my body trembled as though we had just made love
for hours. The room slowly faded to black as I continued
to float on these waves of intense pleasure.
<br>
I awoke no longer on the couch but in a bed. It was a huge four
poster bed with satin sheets. I found myself there beneath
a blanket. He was beside me stroking my hair, and as soon
as I opened my eyes, he was looking into them with concern.
He kissed me on my forehead again and sat up.
"I'm sorry Sweetness. I took too much, too fast.
How are you?"
<br>
"I'm fine" I said and sat up. Upon doing
so I realized that I wasn't as fine as I thought, "Ok
maybe I'm not fine, cuz the room is going in circles."
I rested my head on his shoulder. "I thought it was
going to hurt" I said, "but it didn't. It
felt good. Does it always feel that way?"
<br>
"I don't know Sweetness, " he replied.
"I'm not the one who feels it. Now, my angel let's
see if we can't replenish you some."
<br>
He arranged pillows against the headboard behind me and
had me sit back. While I was sleeping he had prepared a tray
of food, knowing that after the loss of so much blood I would
need something to regain my strength. There were cheese
and crackers, a bowl of strawberries, and a glass of sparkling
apple cider. He fed me the cheese and crackers first. I started
to feel better, and by the time we got to the strawberries
the room had stopped spinning.
<br>
"How are you feeling now?" he asked while offering
another strawberry. In response smiled and accepted the
strawberry, sucking on his fingers afterward. "I'm
fine Davinci. You've taken good care of me."
<br>
He fed me the last strawberry as he said, "I'm
not done taking care of you yet my angel. You've given
me a great gift tonight, and I must repay you. I plan to pamper
you until sunrise"
<br>
I looked at the bedside clock. It was 2 am, which meant I had
several hours to be pampered. I wondered exactly what he
had in mind. He picked me up and carried me into the master
bathroom. It was a magnificent space; ivory marble with
gold accents. There were lit candles all around and the
shadows danced on the walls. And then there was the tub;
large and luxurious. He had drawn up a warm bath for me. Without
a word, he removed what was left of my clothing and I stepped
into the water. It was heavenly. I closed my eyes and let
the warmth seep through me. He slipped in with me so that
his back rested against the wall of the tub and I rested in
his arms. I turned my head towards him and pulled him into
a kiss. "I still don't understand, " I
said, "why someone like you ever even noticed me.
No one has ever made me feel the way that you do. I've
always been invisible to men: and the only ones that see
me either just want to be friends or just want to get off".
<br>
"Then they are blind." he said, "You are
a treasure that none of them deserve."
<br>
"So is that why I'm still a virgin, " I laughed,
"because no one is worthy of me?
<br>
"You are... still a virgin?" He paused for a
moment. He mumbled something I didn't understand.
I turned to look at him and his expression was strange, as
if what I said had just caused him a major revelation. "What
I said was Latin, it means: Freely offered virgin blood
shall mark The One" he said. "There is a legend
among vampires that each creature of the night has a kindred
spirit somewhere in the human world; an angel who freely
offers virgin blood. You did that tonight. You are the one:
My One!" He pulled me into a passionate kiss and I responded
with equal passion. "There is much that you should
know; but that is for another night. I'm not done with
you just yet."
<br>
I had a mouth full of questions about this "The One"
business, but his kisses drove me to distraction. Our tongues
explored each other and beneath the water his hand made
its way again between my thighs. He made slow circles around
my clit as we kissed. My hips took on a rhythm all their own,
a dance of need and desire. He stood and pulled me up to join
him. Our lips met yet again, his tongue dancing with mine.
Without breaking the kiss he stepped out of the tub and lifted
me out as well. We remained that way for a while, our wet bodies
pressed together as time seemed to stand still for our breathless,
passionate kiss.
<br>
Finally I pulled away, for lack of breath. During the pause
he wrapped a towel around his waist and grabbed another
for me. He patted me dry from head to toe and I did the same
for him. He then took me by the hand and guided me back to the
bedroom. He told me to lie on the bed, and as I did so he quickly
applied some oil or lotion to his body. I relaxed on his bed,
totally nude and resting on my stomach. Without looking
up, I sensed him approach me and his hands began to glide
over my shoulders and back, massaging in the jasmine scented
oil. I moaned softly beneath his firm, yet gentle touch
as he moved to my lower back and then kneaded the supple flesh
of my backside. After a few moments he moved on down my thighs,
my calves, my ankles, and then the soles of my feet. He returned
to my shoulders and worked his way over my arms before urging
me to turn over. He massaged more oil into the front of my
arms, then my hands, massaging each finger and then the
palm. He kissed the back of my right hand before he continued.
Now he applied the oil to my breasts; purposely lingering
there. He cupped them in his hand, massaged them and allowed
his fingers to glide over the nipples, evoking a soft sigh
from me. He moved on, massaging my stomach, then down the
front of my legs back down to my feet. He gave me a thorough
foot massage that made me tingle in places nowhere near
my feet. He slid back up my body, purposely ignoring the
part of me that was aching for him. He returned his attentions
to my rock hard nipples, as his tongue took turns dancing
over each, and his fingers teased.
<br>
I began to moan in pleasure and in protest. My hips ground
against him, begging for attention. Finally he granted
it, with a trail of kisses down my abdomen to my mound. He
kissed me there, and then placed feather light kisses up
and down my thighs. He then licked up and down each outer
lip, and then sucked on each inner lip before finally licking
in one long line up my entire slit. His tongue dove into the
depths of my pussy, jabbing in and out a few times, followed
by another long lick. He continued this pattern a few times
and then decided to finally let his warm wet tongue dance
in circles around my clit. He made a new pattern of this,
a few slow circles around my clit then he would stab his tongue
into my pussy a few times, back and forth. Finally he restricted
his tongue to flicking my clit and began to finger me. I moaned
my approval and began to flick my nipples, heightening
my sensation. He began to move faster, and I pinched my nipples
harder. Soon he was fingering me furiously, his tongue
flicking my clit faster and faster as three of his fingers
pumped in and out of me. I pinched and twisted my nipples
even harder as I ground my pussy against his face, beginning
to tremble slightly. He took this trembling as a cue and
sucked my nub into his mouth. This new sensation sent me
falling over the edge.
<br>
"Davinci! Oh yes, Davinci, Davinci!" I screamed
over and over again as the waves of pleasure washed over
me. He did not stop the suction on my clit, and wave after
orgasmic wave pounded me until I was a weak, trembling primal
mass moaning and gasping uncontrollably. Only then did
he stop, and come up to kiss me, giving me a taste of myself.
<br>
I must have drifted off to sleep then, because when I next
opened my eyes, he was sitting on the edge of the bed gazing
at me. He had put on a robe and had retrieved my clothing,
which was laid out on the bed beside me. I looked at the bedside
clock and saw that it was nearing 5 am. I also noticed that
sitting there was a leather bound book and what appeared
to be a jewelry case. Again the magnetism between us drew
our bodies together as we kissed. After a minute, he pulled
away from my lips and placed a kiss on my forehead.
<br>
"Dawn is drawing near my Love, " he said gently,
"You must go soon, but I want you to take some things
with you". He handed me the book which was simply labeled
"For The One". Out of the jewelry box he pulled
a delicate silver necklace with a round pendant at the end.
He pulled from his pocket one last item, an extra set of keys
to his home. He told me to come back, if I so chose, once I had
looked over the book and made my decision. He would answer
no further questions.
<br>
I got dressed as he called me a cab. He then led me out of his
room and into his basement. There was the elegantly crafted
wooden box where he slept. He climbed inside, and I leaned
in to kiss him one last time. I closed the lid with a slight
sense of sadness. I gathered the things he gave me and went
upstairs, where a few moments later the cab waiting. It
had indeed been a night to remember... and I had a feeling
that there would be more nights to come.

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Fantastic story and really well written....you have a
lovely way with words and an incredible imagination! x

9/15/2005

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A well woven tale!



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Very well written! I enjoyed it very much, and would love to read more...

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novella material bravo.....

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