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“Is she a real person?”
Daniel paused. “Yes. She — I knew her. We lived together for a
while.” He affected an air of insouciance and shrugged ambivalently. “It
didn’t work out.” That was putting it mildly. He’d almost lost his balls
to a pair of pinking shears when Angie caught him in bed with his pretty,
dark haired Portuguese neighbour.
It wasn’t that he’d meant to cheat; the temptation was just too
irresistable when the Portuguese woman came over in her brief nightie to
“borrow” something. When she reached for the third shelf, her flimsy white
nightie rode the luscious curve up her tight ass.
Hypnotically, Daniel submitted to the driving urge in his brain and
followed the divining rod of his erect cock right up to that perfect butt.
His cock poked hard against her soft rear end.

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They turned left at a branch and ended up in a large but nearly
deserted room filled to excess with leather furniture and plush wall to
wall carpeting. Two young men sat talking in the corner beside busts of
Cervantes, Donatello and Da Vinci. The sculpted Italian masters imparted a
sense of dignity to the room. Lydia let go of Daniel’s hand and looked about.
“Nice study,” she commented wryly, brushing wisps of hair from her
forehead.
“Yeah.” He pointed at his painting, recently hung over a real fireplace
of enormous dimensions. They strolled over to the picture. It was a small
portrait of a nude blonde woman reaching up on her tiptoes for the highest
level of a kitchen cupboard. Something flickered briefly across Lydia’s eyes
before vanishing. Daniel wondered what it was.

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“Up here,” he said. The crowd was a million kilometres away. She
nodded like a pretty schoolgirl, beautiful waves of brown hair curling
over and around her now unreadable face. They took the stairs two at a
time. Their pace grew slow as they proceeded down the tapestry lined
hallway holding hands.
They saw a few couples gazing at the rich tapestries. Others passed by
them on their way back downstairs with curiously satisfied smiles, silent
or whispering to each other. Daniel smiled inwardly without breaking his
external look of preoccupation.

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She turned her head and started. “Where’s Jason?” Daniel looked at the
empty spot where the man had been. In fact, the whole group had drifted
off like pampered kelp on a ritzy sea of hard marble, and neither had
noticed.
“I guess he had to leave,” Daniel murmured. Lydia nodded. “Listen… I
was just showing the Jacobis a little painting that I recently finished. I
think it’s in that big study upstairs. Would you like to see it?”
Lydia nodded again. Daniel took her hand softly, lightly, and began
moving through the crowd in the direction of a very wide, red carpeted
stairway spiralling up to the second floor. He didn’t looked back before
reaching the foot of the opulent stairs, yet could feel definite threads of
contact between him and her. Looking back at her, he wasn’t too
surprised to see her face conveying thoughtfulness and curiosity.