Mike groaned as we pulled up to my apartment. I stepped out and Peter leaned over. ‘Maria, can I see you again? I mean without asshole here.’ I l...oked up at my building. ‘Of course. I am on the third floor. You know the building. Ramón knows my number but do not call before six in the night.’ I said and moved off making sure that he could see my hips move and my bom-bom sway. I wanted him to want me as I wanted him. Is there to be shame in this? Peter waved as the taxi moved off. I did not. Late one evening, while resting on his tatami mat reading poetry by the light of a lantern, Ukyo heard a soft knock outside his room. He put his book down; stood up and slid open the door to see Uneme wearing a pink silken floral kimono smelling sweetly of perfume. Uneme walked in, shut the sliding door and grabbed Ukyo’s hand. Pulling him down to the mat, he leaned in and kissed his lover softly on his lips. Uneme’s perfume wafted gently by Ukyo’s nose and he was entranced. He kissed him back,. " Ron looked at me, watching as I opened a sealed bag with a syringe in it that I'd swiped from Johns Hopkins."Me too. Hold this," I said, handing Ron a small gauze pad. "Let me see your arm. Make a fist for me. You got nice veins." What if..." Ron winced slightly as I stuck him with the needle."Don't tell Mr. Fox about this." I fitted a vacuum tube to the syringe and watched it fill with purplish red blood. Just one vial, I didn't need much at all."Okay." Seriously." I pulled the tube and then. I informed him I would send details of the procedure closer to the time.The girls emerged from the bathroom dressed in robes, their hair wet from the shower. I relayed the good news and I could sense the quandary in Olivia's eyes. Part of her enjoyed the freedom to express her sexual nature, unconstrained by the presence of parents. Another sought familiar surroundings and wanted nothing more than to reunite with her mother. The past few days had been an exciting adventure but, like an exotic.
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