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EllyMae, a most gracious lady from the Deep South, sent this gem
- seemingly straight out of a romance novel...

He held me firmly but gently, just above my elbow, and guided me into a room.

Although I'd never been there, I knew this was his room. I knew what he was
going to do to me, and I knew I was going to let him. The door closed quietly
and we were alone.

He approached silently from behind and spoke in a low, reassuring voice close
to my ear. "Just relax," he murmured.

Without warning, he reached down and I felt his strong, calloused hands start
at my ankles, gently probing, and caressing upward along my tender calves
slowly and 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 under my skirt to my thighs I gave a slight shudder and
partly closed my eyes. My pulse was pounding. His knowing fingers continued
upward across 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, his teasing hands quickly moved
to my shoulders and slid down my tingling spine. By entire body was throbbing
when he discovered my pink, lace thong.

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...

OK. All done. Here's your purse, ma'am. Have a nice flight.
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